Mankind

Musik: Père Lachaise
Text: Michel Grosjean

Mankind,
you are bleeding,
All along the centuries,
Because of wars and deceases.

Where we have to go.
Tell me how, we have to know.

Mankind, your time is running.
Like fine dust in your lonely hand.
It´s a cloud in a wind of sand.
Your heart is still beating.

Is it for love ?
Is it for happiness ?
Or for sorrow ?
Or sadness ?

Where we have to go.
Tell me how,
we have to know.