Martin sets out from the village (called)   Katta pella kopa leh   As the blue sun rehearse a falling roll   And even the vultures still sleep   Martin's bus comes to the forest of   Katta pella kopa leh   With the engine blowing steam into the morning dust   As farmers lead cattle to grass      No thunder, no fire, no rain   With Nia ceta nova lain      Martin checks into the chemical plant of   Katta pella kopa leh   As his young bride prepares for the evening feast   And in zone three he starts the long day   Martin works with strange blue waters (called)   Niacetanovalain   As the warning bell rings critical he hit's the floor   And his young bride paints beads for the feast      Martin feels a cold wind screaming   Katta pella kopa leh   As the red sun rehearses another roll   And over the fire she stirs peas   Martin was killed in the company name   Katta pella kopa leh   As the toxin tore right through his soul   And his young bride puts flowers in her hair