You Have Created Sorrow in the Face of My Sky

I shook my head for the thousandth time

You have created sorrow in the face of my sky.

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My sky was cheerful in its cloudless perfect azure

It whistled you a harmonious melody in the morning

And it sang you a tranquil farewell in the evening

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But now it is in deep sorrow,

For it is in grey, ill-fated,

Lethargic, non-zealous state.

It can no longer sing, nor can it smile.

Now my lovely sky has lost its soul!

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You can no longer hide

In your beautiful mansion or your private island

For your soul is wretched

And your heart is shattered

When the mighty sky presents itself

With its depressing state to haunt your deviant days

And terror your dreamless nights

A hazy sky is not what I want

It’s not what we want

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It is a cloudless perfect azure sky that we want

And believe me, we’ll do everything to get it back!