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WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?

Do, do what? Do, do what?

Innocent creatures become vanishing features
Delicate breezes spread deadly diseases

Rich men of the world : you do not care
Wise men of the world : you do not dare, to say :
The land is tiring : the sea is crying; the sky is falling
What are we gonna do when the well runs dry?

Do, do what? Do, do what?

Fragrant blossoms…turn sterile and rotten
Lovely visions…deformed by deep erosion

Rich men of the world : you do not care
Wise men of the world : you do not dare, to say :
The land is tiring : the sea is crying; the sky is falling
What are we gonna do when the seeds won’t grow?
The land is tiring : the sea is crying; the sky is falling

What are we gonna do?

Rich men of the world : what are we gonna do?

Wise men of the world : what do we do?

Do, do what? Do, do what?