They say the Word was in the beginning.
Maybe the Silence will be in the end.
The temples closed their doors,
the birds stopped to sing in the forests,
the wind abated in the fields.
The Day of the Silence is coming.
Nobody sings for it, nobody writes a verse.
The Man takes no heed and clamours,
but the silence in his soul become bigger.
The temples became abandoned,
because nobody visited them.
The birds stopped to sing,
because the forests became to disappear.
The wind abated,
because no have grass in the fields.
Our world is from concrete and steel,
glass and plastic now.
The machines make a noise, the people cry,
but the First Word was forgotten
and the Silence is coming in our world.