You have created sorrow in the face of my sky.
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
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!
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
It is a cloudless perfect azure sky that we want
And believe me, we’ll do everything to get it back!