Mâine [English translation]

i see the mud in the people, the dirt in all of us

software with bugs, robot carcasses

when they come they re big, they search for an update

so they can separate the fear from the hate

and part of the problem: there s no one smarter

you point them out, you shame them

you shand down when you fall, you drown in sorrows

don't leave on tomorrow what you can do today

life s funny, I'm not pretentious

but each day is another blow

and our choices keep me awake

that s why tomorrow doesn't cut me any slack

from where we came and where we got

i didn't succeed to get an answer

however much i have is never enough

our purpose is hidden from me

Chorus:

mirrors that tell stories like a painting

i think that tomorrow is going to be worse

you ve build walls around you

from the two-legged walk to reaching the moon

we did small steps but we're left behind

we did big steps but we left the flock

and steps back that kill our hope

cuz we make big steps for the human race

but too small for humanity

the progress looks good on paper

when you measure progress in technology

i talk with people from all over the world

but i don t say to neighbors from block

I'm lucky for the wings, i don t fly at all

there is so much pride to keep me down

from where we came and where we got

i didn't succeed to get an answer

however much i have is never enough

our purpose is hidden from me

Chorus:

mirrors that tell stories like a painting

i think that tomorrow is going to be worse

you ve build walls around you

to understand life we rewrote the genome

but we didn t succeed to understand human

that s why within all in this society

that is full of depressed primates

the yesterdays' monkey became a dog today

in the iron jungle fights for bread

when he beats the coin with coin

we build rockets we want another planet

we traded green trees for gray block

and the blue sky for red cars

and we stole the stars from the kids

from cities and suburbs

from where we came and where we got

i didnt succeed to get an answer

however much i have is never enough

our purpose is hidden from me

Chorus:

mirrors that tell stories like a painting

i think that tomorrow is going to be worse

you ve build walls around you

• Artist:Deliric
• Album:Deliric x Silent Strike