Future Days

Future days are worrying me

All that I read and all that I see

The time for a changing is near, I believe

Past is returning to me

Why are we turning around and around?

Cities are growing, they're putting more trees down

I gaze across rooftops, all shining in rain

And I can't understand all this shame

Where are the people with light in their eyes?

Where is the sun in bright coloured skies?

The time for a changing is near, I believe

Thе past is returning to me, past is returning to mе

Past is returning to me, past is returning to me