-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 🎶 Es gibt da eine deutsche Community für Suno-Artisten... 🎶 🎶 Wir sind die StorytellerZ und Du findest uns im Discord unter: 🎶 👉 https://discord.gg/storytellerz -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- @Meytsch 2026 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- SANTA CALINA 2075 I firmly believe it was a crow that spottet land. Not a beautifull white dove. Wenn Noah's ark ran aground and the sky stopped crying. It's not a nice feeling when you're stuck there with only the sea around. It's a sea of sand. I would like to look at the water. There is no water. All i see is blood and pain. And this damned desert that no one can cross. Damned sand. And a black sad horizon. God stopped crying. No more tears. No rain. No more mercy and no salvation. I'm sure i saw the crow! The ground breathes dust and poison deep, the streets stay silent, no one speaks. Buildings like skeletons in the glare, and blood is soaked into my pair of boots – I walked through street's of pain, no water, no kindness, just the name. And even that has turned to ash – only my rage still burns, still lasts. I saw the sky, like stone, so grey, no morning, no promise, no way. And then it flew – so dark, so real – it was not a dove, it was a crow. And I knew then: there’s still a feel. I was a soldier with no command, just my fists, and where I stand. The walls all scream for my consent, but my soul says: No. Not yet. Too much lost for peace to be pure, too many shots for songs to endure. But if I run, I run for flame – even if it breaks my name. I saw the sky, cold glass above, every hope was made of rust and blood. And then it flew, black snow, aglow – it was not a dove, it was a crow. And it told me: Go. Just go. I firmly believe it was a crow that spottet land. Not a beautifull white dove. Wenn Noah's ark ran aground and the sky stopped crying. It's not a nice feeling when you're stuck there with only the sea around. It's a sea of sand. I would like to look at the water. There is no water. All i see is blood and pain. And this damned desert that no one can cross. Damned sand. And a black sad horizon. God stopped crying. No more ... No more tears. No rain. No more mercy and no salvation. I saw the sky – and saw myself, burned, bruised, but something else. And overhead, a voiceless plea – it was not a dove, it was a crow. And I walked. Stayed still. And breathed.
