Nightfall's past the Dawn last

Nightfall has past
The day is as last,
and a pictoral vignettes of our culture forgotten
Our old allegiances drastically forsaken
Can't we go to the ages whereby we play in the hay with gayly moods
together
Bathed under the stampede's rainfall together with our genitals uncover'd
Where trousers was an abomination for ladies
And where wrappers not tied by men's

Men have turns from nights to days
Now, Man sleep with other man
Woman bedding with woman
Young ones engaged older
Everything changed as anticlockwise
Wanted to even alter the course of nature's
See the downfall of supppsed head of miniatures

Summer don't show the time we expected
Winter don't come to dry any more
We are on the day decades,
 where no more secret places all have two stranged sights,
Where we harvests about a toiling-hard timepieces
Sooner, we seen a neighbor that married her nieces
Everything like tables it turns
And the sacred hours known about it's burns,
heating comes to roosters when we're to be comforted

Has the moment still rolls, world be changed
Yeah, but men has changed so sooner
Epitome of his creations.

Hours has clocked already, dawn have been done
Aged has past,
New things has come to everything's, the moods our neo life begins!