We’ve turned to servants when we used to be pioneers
not souls diluted in square screens
False visions of objects in need, this is what we are indeed
we’re creating a modern
We think we are gods
but we are sheep and not sheperds
Honesty as a trait is gone
will we ever know where we belong?
Fathers , where is your melody?
Are we supposed to follow?
Ancient ways and traits lost in transcendense of days
Their voices remain, their faces remain in our world
Let’s not forget what is sacred Let’s not forget what remains We remain and on the edge of the world our scars are open Nostalgic moments are all unfinished dreams When we’ll remember how we used to be?
Remember this elegy remember the signs NOSTALGIA This is our future’s ELEGY