и немного переделала.

The grass is gray like ashes of empires;
I guess my world committed suicide.
The dying cities melt in nuclear fires,
And when they turn to dust comes timeless night.

I step in poisoned waters and I feel
Like I'm to born again from some new womb.
This blood of perished world's able to heal,
To give some hope in midst of raging doom.

I'm waiting for the dawn of new strange light,
The acid rains had washed my tears away.
It is so strange to feel I'm no more blind
To see my world was some place worth to stay.