Strange as the roar of the planes
A fighter once upon a time
Out of tune with the rhythm of the plants
In the sun on the balconies
And then silence and then, far away
The thunder of the cannons, cold
And coded signals from the radios
One day in the sky, Bengal fires
Peace returned
But the King of the World
There holds the heart prisoner
In the white dresses
Echoes of Sufi dances
In the Japanese subways today
Oxygen machines
The more everything becomes useless
/>And the more you believe it's true
And the day of the end
You won't need English
And on the bicycles home
Life will touch us
But the King of the World
He holds our hearts prisoner

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