Deadly Alive

When the earth does not get its richness of water, 

Broken, parched the soil feels 

It dies, it dies, it is dead.

When a plant does not get what it requires, 

Wither and crushed it appears

It dies, it dies, it is dead. 

When the fire does not find anything to burn, 

Rising, roaring silently creating embers 

It dies, it dies, it is dead.

When a melody has no audience, 

Reverberating, reaching a void 

It dies, it dies, it is dead. 

When a soul does not get fed with what makes it happy, 

It dies, it dies and it is dead.