Empty closets, bare rooms, Lonely corridors in the desolate buildings Deserted streets thorough wild flowers and weeds Faceless kids are performing that even the dead can dance in the bomb sites Nuclear Explosion decorated this ceremony of death And mushroom clouds lighted up in the sullen sky Already dead on the crown of the lost The requiem was composed by inaudible yells The yells of the dead generation, left out in hell Shadows of past leant against blank walls Nobody can see behind walls Suicidal sound echoes hauntingly over the ghost town And Dying sun dropped in the bleak vision of this regime Dead fetuses of dead generation are watching at the world the world Abandoned them inside the funereal wasteland