Bunker

The sound of the generator is soothing, If it stops, everyone will die, The depth of the bunker astonishes us, Three thousand people won't leave, Groundwater wants to penetrate, But the pumps prevent it, Whoever built it thought it all through, Our fates are in their hands, nothing can be done. And here I am outside, in a protective suit, Before us is a desert, thick with noise, People live here, they have become different, Their appearance has changed, they have suddenly become strangers, I turn on the radio and wait for the airwaves, Trying to find echoes of that world. The bunker is aging, everything breaks down, Spare parts are in short supply, and we have to go up again, to dismantle what's left, The pain and fatigue are growing, Each time we go further and further, And I wonder if there are older bunkers, And here I am outside, in a protective suit, Before us is a desert, thick with noise, People live here, they have become different, Their appearance has changed, they have suddenly become strangers, I turn on the radio and wait for the airwaves, Trying to find echoes of that world.