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
Echoes 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