The Secret

Thousands of green trees become stunted

contaminate!

Big deep changes in oil paints

so never never say that's fate

Look at the good old forests

spending oxygen - play

destruct and cut-down essential areas

fall into oblivion someday

I have a secret

It leaves a trace at the place of delight

I have a secret

playing destruction the devil inside

Believer, believe me

I see your traces in dark

Receiver, receive me

I see your faces in the dark

That's not my responsibility

and I should walk out

I'm deeply moved, now I regret

Now I know what I'm talking about

I have a secret

It leaves a trace at the place of delight

I have a secret

playing destruction the devil inside