The Lungs Are Sick

Snore of the saws resounds... Sawdust and dead roots are around... The fall of giant trees trembles the ground...Watching the trees falling one by one! Counting how much money will increase their account. The breath is weak! The breath is weak! The lungs are sick! Hail the pogress... Spectators of amazonia in flames... The carbon piles are hidden their names. Their rich money transfers us all the blame. Watching the trees falling one by one! Counting how much money will increase their account. The breath is weak! The breath is weak! The lungs are the sick! Hail the pogress... The lungs are the sick! How much trees turn to forniture ? How much forests turn to pasture ? The machines go across the forest galleries. Death opens deserts in tropical forest. Animal species disappear fast...When the lungs breathing death... Wathing the trees falling one by one! Counting how much money will increase their account. Wathing the trees falling one by one! Counting how much money will increase their account. The breath is weak! The breath is weak! The lungs are sick! Hail the pogress... Hail the pogress... The lungs are the sick! How much trees turn to forniture ? How much forests turn to pasture ?