All The Shit – Michel Montecrossa

Kali’s dirt is coming with heavy great confusion,
mixed with muddy waters of the dark oblivion.
Great burning fields are raging in cosmic heat,
vain unending roads end in deserted beliefs.

Somewhere in between the human interlude,
the passage of illusions and the many forbidden fruits.
Small is the world seen through convention’s eyes.
Petty is the look of aggression trouble’s price .

And with all the lovers so far ahead of time,
running is the answer and the question in the mind.
Never thought how easy can be disbelief.
All the shit is coming and the time is, oh, so sweet.

Armies and the hunger and the wars without a face,
the atmosphere collapsing, the rocket fading into space.
Unending rolls the river until it will dry out.
All the shit is crying, crying, oh, so loud.

Did you ever feel your heart with love and conscious freedom?
And did you ever dream your world of happy, sweet fulfillment?
Did you ever feel the sand on the final shores of time,
where souls can touch the body and man will understand?

Uncertain are the figures of news crowding your kind.
Believe me, friend in anger or in sorrow’s hand:
I’ll be here today to be with you tomorrow.
All the shit will never save this dirty world.

Armies and the hunger, wars without a face,
the atmosphere collapsing, the rocket fading into space.
Unending rolls the river until it will dry out.
All the shit is crying, is crying, oh, so loud.