[bad word] stopped the traffic long ago 
Silence lasts upon the cities 
Pestilence and civil war 
Have drawn their picture 
On the streets 
Alone I walk between [bad word] 
Of a fading world 
Wandering between class palaces 
And steel cathedrals 

Rain drops are falling 
On empty places 
Where once children played 
Wind finds it's way 
In every little hole 
Silence is imminent 
No more stench, no more noises 
Live has ended here