Strange how the rumble of fighter planes once

Disturbed the rhythm of the balconies' plants

And after silence then far away

The sudden cannon's roar.

And from the radio signals in code


One day in heaven fires of Bengala

Peace came back again

Yet the king of the world

Keeps our hearts enchained.


In the full white dresses

Echeos of Sufi dances

In Japan's undergrounds today

Oxygen machines;

The more all becomes useless

The more we believe it's true

And in the final days

English will not help.

And on our bicycles heading for home

Life brushed us

Yet the king of the world

Keeps our hearts enchained.