Testo A wasteland

No flowers bloom or raindrops fall,
no living thing can survive here

Cold and dark, everything around.
All is dead, not a single sound.

So small is a human heart,
but there's always room for grief. So long is human life,
still never time for dreams.

No sun at dawn, or birdsong to echo.
Never a sing, or a path to follow.

Nothing will last, no-one will enter,
within this shell of man, just a barren wasteland.