Although everything is colored in an open messages
Their mandates of gods leave us sad
We would like to live the day promised
They just reinvented pleasures but the pain remains.
We are animals carried to its extinction
In from of the poison that falls into oceans
As the industrial blood of a dying paradise that has
Its machine-gunned forest and transitory glaciers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem