Dear somebody, dear someone,
This friendly radio-message is sent from Earth'
Guess a place that is so sweet to live,
Coloured'
Such a paradise if you could see
Such a paradise if you could hear me'
The chaos work has sown its seeds
And now we're here, ready to make the bells toll'
Our control's just a veil:
We're small observers
Helpless and maybe sometimes so blind
Nothing but pawns on the scene of life

We came out here and then took over everything
All the elements, the expanses and the other beings
They are the tools and the toys for this insane machine
We're deeply convinced that God will keep us out of sin' of sin' of sin'

But the fire keeps on burning
Higher and stronger thanks to gasoline
Clouds are creeping over us all
Shadows spread their curses down on this world

And how this world be serene
While only sounds here the language of brutality?
Benefits'
Money floods'
What other reasons
To justify all crimes men keep on lasting'

Should we have a moon-trip like Neil to realize
That we are gonna loose
What gave birth to this oasis of life
If we don't care? '

Can you hear me?
Is there anybody up there?
I get the feeling
Space turns a deaf ear to my prayers

Both the dream and the real merge and outline
The wonder of creation
With this Eden so fertile
Nature's built an artwork that's so bright

And how could so much beauty be
In such a lone little place
The balance of what we can't see
Is the spring of a rich and hopeful play

Our race is lost in its own self-built corridors,
Laughters cover the footsteps of Minotaur
Blinded by shallowness, punishment will come
The more I try, the less I can find any once of hope

Dear somebody, dear someone,
This friendly radio-message was sent from Earth'