What do you remember, o my son
Dear one?
My own lost and adored,
What are your memories?
April the third,
Not long ago,
The day that the earth caught fire, and

What do you remember of the ash,
Black flakes?
The cloud over the world
Drifting with winds that burned,
Filling the void,
Whirlwinds and storms,
The day that the earth caught fire, and -

What do you remember of the blast
The shock?
The up-lifting and falling,
And the shuddering?
All is in ruins.
All is laid waste.
The day that the earth caught fire, and -

What do you remember, o my son
Dear one?
The madness and the dying
And the scattering.
All of them gone.
I'm here alone.
With all the memories and hope -

Yes still I hope and dream, but
Where are you all now?
Do you still think of me?
Where have you gone?
Where did you go
The day that the earth caught fire?