Lord Byron
"Apenas son suficientes mil años para formar un Estado; pero puede bastar una hora para reducirlo a polvo."
100 Generations - Song for the Earth VALORES
One Hundred Generations by Aitan Grossman Verses The air is getting warm, My eyes are burning. This is the biggest storm, The tide is turning I see the waiving wheat, I see the redwood tree, They wither in the heat. What will become of me? All of the bread we eat, All of our farming, Will there be any meat? The world is warming. Our streams are full of tires, Our trees are burning In wild forest fires. We must start learning now. The sun shines through the clouds And beams right on me. I shall not put on shrouds To weigh upon me. Here comes the giant flood And fifteen hurricanes. I’ll open flower buds With the fresh air and the rain. Choruses Hawk you fly into the wild. I am like a little child. You and I, we share the same elation. River run down from heaven’s hill, Ever flow I know you will, Lasting for 100 generations.
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