When the scent of the day fades quietly in the gray sky
Everything on the farm began to hide again
Bugs whispered in the grass
The seedlings closed their young leaves
Flowers bloom in the dark
Everything grows silently in the night
When the earth began to have memories
And that's what's happening, the cycle
Walking in the night, the farm was dark
There were no lights, and the eucalyptus factory was quiet
In the air of the farm,
There is the scent of melon fruit, the smell of eucalyptus board
Those floating smells
Reminds me of a primitive civilization in human history
On those nights when there was no electricity, the ancestors held axes
In the forests of the south, logging is taking place
At night, they raised bonfires to drive away the beasts
Cook, drink, and entertain in the light of the fire
Or a grand prayer
Pray for the blessings of those gods
Those tough times
Perhaps a hunt would be enough to cause them a fatal disaster
It is conceivable that the lives that continue to this day are so difficult
When people built houses on farms
Pole after pole was built and power was connected
The farm lit up like the sun
Those machines that were charged replaced the gods who prayed
Drove out the beasts for the people, evil
That invisible thing, that magical power
For mankind, it has brought about a civilizational change
Brings a new era
