The Past Is Another Land



Aida:

You know nothing about me and care even less

How could you understand our emptiness

You've plundered our wisdom, our knowledge, our wealth

In bleeding us dry

You long for our spirit

But that you will never possess

The past is now another land

Far beyond my reach

Invaded by insidious

Foreign bodies, foreign speech

Where timeless joys of childhood

Lie broken on the beach

The present is an empty space

Between the good and bad

A moment leading nowhere

Too pointless to be sad

But time enough to lay to waste

Every certainty I had

The future is a barren world

From which I can't return

Both heartless and material

Its wretched spoils not my concern

Shining like an evil sun

As my childhood treasures burn

Shining like an evil sun

As my childhood treasures burn