Boys were raised up on a severe distant shore Boys were taught to fight and studied ancient laws On the ninth hour of the winter solstice day Flood rushed from the hills and flushed the scene away They gazed solemnly through dark mind-bending stream Trying to glance their future through the TV screen
Filled with tears, my eyes lost their sharpness through the years If I could, I would build a ship to sail with you…
Boys with open hearts praise goddess while she dreams Of the fast and flashing cars, life on high heels
She awakes in disappointed mood She would go back to her dream, oh, if she could Tiny boys the gather round her feet They wont help her turn her life that sugar sweet
Filled with tears, my eyes lost their sharpness through the years Then she came, laughing child, she bowed her head with grace…