The children grow up in the cities and nature seems some kind of strange
The animals are no longer their brothers
Their eyes every day are just blinded...
... by the light in the factories
In every leave of the trees
In every hole of the wolves
The heartbeat of the gods died away but their silent pain told us the truth
Do you understand the language of mother earth?
Do you understand the language of mother earth?
They are speaking to us when the wind blows
They have words reaching us from the sea
They are speaking to us when the wind blows
The gods of the Indians feel sorrow 'cause the nature seems some kind of strange
No more sacrifice in the moonlight and no god will bring us any chance...
... Any change
Silent Gods keep on hiding their faces toward they can see
Their eyes every day are just blinded
Silent Gods turn their heads of away from their cruelty of souls
No warm smile reunions the people