Troutrace - Suotana

Polluted waters

Achievements of our fathers

Nothing but a septic stream

Left to our children to delight in

Who once drank

From the undefiled babbling brook

Now mud covered is his face

Forced to extinction

By so called creature of god

Using its intelligence

That’s turning into a foolness

The waters of flowing stream

Now smelling steel and concrete

Awaken from the nightmare

That’s slowly turning into reality

The waves grow higher

And the stream is getting wilder

Along the river

Our journey goes on

The winds blew strong

And the trees resounded forlorn

Boat floating further on every pull

Oar on and on, forevermore

We’re closer than we ever thought

The truth’s lying here, somewhere so deep

Increasing storm before our eyes

We’re about to enter in

We must oar away

And find the way

Through the haze

Get to the troutrace

After all that we have done

Before it’s too late

To nature’s decay

When the world is falling down on us

We’re shutting our eyes from it all

When the world is praying us

We turn our backs to it all

No matter how high is your mountain

How shiny are your stars

When they are made of plast

We must oar away

And find the way

Through the haze

Get to the troutrace

After all that we have done

Before it’s too late

To nature’s decay

And when we arrived

Nothing but a peaty stream

Was all we saw

Left to us to drown in