Light in Babylon My son

Текст песни "Light in Babylon — My son"

My son,
Where are your roots?
My son,
What do your hands have to offer
to the earth?

Stand up and run away
Because the storm is coming
Over here
Stand up and run away,
It is coming to take
What is yours,
Stand up and run away

That what had blossomed died,
That what had been seeded was blown away by the wind,
This is the storm,
She is coming
From the West.