A storm is gathering like a thieve
It will bring no rain this time
No thunder no spark of life
Its clouds might even be fully white
The sun may shine once or twice
Ponds and rivers will mirror night
And men will have to choose one side
While women will still be far and wide
What about homosexuals it is correctly polite to ask
Repeated history the natural cycle
The same steps on the same Steppe
The ululated utopian cavalry charge
Where worse than a horse is lost
Which battle do you want to fight now
How many of you will in the end last
Is your folly better than mine
Forsooth let us try again our trial
And be judged as the good or the vile
We can escape of goats and blame
Whatever devised me a smiling fool
Another storm will steal our greed
That is how long it lasts our age
