Dream for a Requiem [EN]

Oh turbulent life that drives me away from roots of home

What I once conquered in my soul is now gone in the mists of atmospheric ozone

What once I've seen in the presence of forests is now suppressed by the noises of our race

Our flesh heavy and odorant, slides through the floors of our streets

And seldom returning to its origin neither by intent or mere accident

In our bloody streets, our buildings also destroy the freshness of earth

with no room left for our souls or ill minds alone