everything can change
gotthard
tell me who cares when children die
tell me who cares when old men cries
without big hope and without a plan
tell me who cries when the forests die
tell me who cries when the world gets dry
without big hope and without a view
and not so far the judgment day
we're running out of time
sailing ships with unknown destiny
stop running round in circles
we're all masters of a future under the sun