Future Songtext
von Albert Fish

When a century is coming
Many expectations are created by man
Of promised significant changes
In our perspectives of life
But when I try to picture the future in my head
Clouds start to appear
And I get the sense that my hope
Will never be restored

Future, what future have we got?
Future, what future, what future have we got?


So you can call me pessimistic
All that I can tell you is that I′m not easy to convince
And not even in a million years
I'll believe in the empty promise that is said
And nothing, nothing you can say or do
Can make me change my mind

Future, what future have we got?
Future, what future, what future have we got?
Future, what future have we got?
Future, what future, what future have we got?

Future, what future have we got?
Future, what future, what future have we got?
Future, what future have we got?
Future, what future, what future have we got?