Its evening

It's evening outside, I'm walking, Through the tired city, under the ceiling, Of these black clouds... Acid rain kills the soil, Animals hide, but I don't spoil, Their strong spirit... And the apocalypse is coming, And it will spare no one. And a great famine is coming, But our spirit will not decay. Let our light come, We will never give up. Though centuries pass, Our world will be reborn! The protection is hot, but it cannot be removed, Radiation is cruel, no one can resist. We are like moles, huddled in holes, In a way, we are thieves of fate. And the apocalypse is coming, And it will spare no one. And a great famine is coming, But our spirit will not decay. We will never give up. Though many centuries pass, Our world will be reborn!