https://suno.com/song/3546bb26-d669-49f5-88f1-6adbb91e43bc
I wrote a new song in my native language, I attach the translation, not artistic yet.
With the mood of a funeral procession.
In the black and white wrapping of officialdom.
In a time of endless depression
Where the past is a thorn in my fingernail.
We're packing a time capsule
We look forward through the eyelids, through the centuries.
From our own to your kind and tribe.
Let the river carry the message away.
On a piece of paper in a child's scrawled handwriting.
Just a few dancing lines.
Underneath them is a stamp and a handwritten signature.
Same last name, someone's daughter.
Greetings from far away!
I hope you're all alive and well there.
For the past has done cruel things to you.
Our legacies are harsh.
There's conflict and war and blood everywhere.
Man to man is a bastard
They try to hurt you in the eye and in the brow.
Spewing bile, spewing lye.
Nature's a tortured creature, living out her days.
Quietly hiding in the back of the planet.
It's the year of ecology, a lie in fact.
Every year is the year of the minted coin.
The Olympics of lies every hour.
Whoever wins, rules the world.
Nobody cares about us.
The man is written in dotted lines.
I hope it's nice and warm out there.
Long ago the nuclear snow melted.
And the sun's circle shines clear on everyone
And slowly the new century rolls on