The children grow up in the cities And nature seems some kind of strange The animals are no longer their brothers Their eyes every day are just blinded. ... By the light in the factories In every leave of the trees In every hole of the wolves The heartbeat of the gods died away But their silent pain told us the truth Do you understand the language of mother earth? Do you understand the language of mother earth? They are speaking to us when the wind blows They have words reaching us from the sea They are speaking to us when the wind blows The gods of the Indians feel sorrow 'Cause the nature seems some kind of strange No more sacrifice in the moonlight And no god will bring us any chance. ... Any change Silent Gods keep on hiding their faces toward they can see Their eyes every day are just blinded Silent Gods turn their heads of away from their cruelty of souls No warm smile reunions the people