We were on the western border when the news began to break
of the nuclear reacts a-rolling down.
Sending deadly clouds of dust into the atmosphere,
sprawling down like weight upon the ground.
The situation was that many people threw themselves and died.
Better luck, better luck,
screaming in my head,
there's something I'm not sure of going down.
higher above,
taken by the wind,
spreading like a plague across the land.
Nothing you could feel,
something evil floating in the air.
Look towards the east for the days yet to come,
only if we take a silent prayer.
