Your serenity
Would you mind to leave?
Honestly
Pardon me
But I really hate to see
That again on a cloudy day
You drive the crowd insane
By telling stories about the sun
Stories about the sun
That's forever gone
This is the glory day for revolution
This is the only way to tell the truth
This is the final fight we will not lose and
This is your last goodbye
We're about to learn
The memories return
Suddenly
It seems to be
Easier to see
That you preach about the worth of life
While our families die
Under your hand
Under your hand
Your bloody hand
Now that you've been leaving
It's better than before
History's proceeding, no crying anymore
Another generation, another desperate time
We found somebody to believe in, the situation's fine
But suddenly on a cloudy day
He drives the crowd insane