The sky over New Tokyo

Wet ground by rain and future
Get the flowers seeds
A line divides asphalt and cobalt
And gives us a future full of fight

Black currants and tulips are growing from the dark ground
Scared and destroyed from thousands funeral pyres
Disclose your fist, son of the gun, show the white of your hands
Today the sky over new Tokyo is free

The echo is a grave stone
That seals a dead time
In the holes dig by our destinies
A new world is spreading

Black currants and tulips are growing from the dark ground
Scared and destroyed from thousands funeral pyres
Disclose your fist, son of the gun, show the white of your hands
Today the sky over new Tokyo is free