Many men are angry with my chest

Rumbling sounds
The bubble bursts are flushed
The hot clouds were submerged
Cold lava thunder

Where is my water
The light is now gray
Missing the green of my trees
Gilding black silver is gray

Our house is gray
Our road is gray
Our sky is gray
Our faces are gray

Why the mighty color is only one
Volcanic ash gray heart
I'm waiting for your green to greet me
Fresh hope of fertile my land

Regards