The path - Gorod

Listen to man’s exertions

How productive, united, excessive they are

Freeing our duty

Feel everyone’s trust

How insane, blind it is

Building a new life

Feel the new era’s breath

How reformist, endless it is

Playing the notes of success

Touch the vegetation

Budding, colored, radiant

Participating in our therapy

See the Earth

Rich, productive

Descovering our lives path

Feed yourself

Nature, sturdy, salutary

That reinforces your blindness

Hero of our civilization

Be our guide Adam

Cradle of knowledge

Draw our lives Adam

Humanity’s total knowledge

Light the way for us

Hear our machines

They slide down Earth’s depths

Submissive, mechanical, clockwork, organic

They outline our laws

Open your feelings to a perfect life

Free of human’s perversion

Stop losing yourself in the past

Look for your salutation instead

At the root of hope

To a perfect life