Among cold and gray trees old Europe,
Dirty drops of blood come from
the salty water looking for shelter.
Children's tears, aged screams
teenagers dreams and old fears.
The old Europe that once crossed the
oceans in search of wealth, now build walls.
Desolate beaches where hungry spirits ask for help!
Where will the grave stand? the sea, the beach,
Or within the speeches of men
and women that have long forgotten the meaning of love.