Every morning coming
In ordinary way
Mixing up tomorrow and
Today and yesterday
Every street and house
Is a same as other one
Trees are losing colors
And paling the sundown

Passing through the years
Slipping among the day
Heading by the doors
With the locks and with no keys
Down with boring rules
Down with power of fools
How long they will
Keep us just a tools?

Hundreds TV-preachers
And thousands profiteers
Lots of politicians
Yelling to our ears
Smoke is covering heaven
Sun is losing light
And we're still see the rainbow
But can't find it's other side

Leaves are falling down
Snow is covering ground
And we're waiting unpromised land
Which we'll never find

Seeing with our hearts
We'll find the rainbow's end
Heading for future world
We'll reach unpromised land