The world is lost, like a piece of raft,
in a stormy sea.
No peace, its voice was drowned in sounds.
It is gone. It is gone.
There are no more wrongs.
The superiors has power.
And they kill the bygones.
With the chopped waves of the storm.
Yes the world is lost.
Like a piece of raft.
It will be gone. It will be gone.