On those days of black clouds Everything seems to get lost here Men and wars Kicking the blue ball I see everything in my tv They are crows, owners of hells They are crazy expressing their angers They are crows creating hells They are crazy, children of the lie... In a night of fine rain I tried finding something around here I didn't understand what i saw Father and son shot on t.v News: wars, hunger and death Leaders, you will be judged