The first dawn for half of the year
My words the first cuckoo
Now the springtime, here comes the summer
I can feel the frost cracking under my feet
As the fresh spring rains patter a beat
And I know that things are starting to change
And sap like blood flows through my veins
As I hear the flowers start to open again
And there's life here all around

The grass grows around me and lifts me clear
And redeems the baby stalks that my heavy feet were crushing
And the birds sing a tune the people know
(we know this tune all too fucking well)
And I remember the winter
How we hibernated to escape the season's grasp of grey

Morning has broken
Break in half the first half of the day
Smash the ice-sheets that denied us light and start to grow
I feel the prick of pins underneath my unblemished skin
Red fluid-soaked quills push their way through my epidermis

My feather's fluff themselves in the cold morning atmosphere
I spread my wings like god over the dark abyss and fall
Here comes the summer, the season's end
And all the crowds sing in unison: "no pasaran"
[Chris:] un flocon de neige doux, porté par un vent cruel
Se posa sur ma langue et me remplit de joie
Exactement comme je le remplit de dégout

[Ben:] this is the springtime of our revolution...
It's-time-to-save-the-world-from-man

[Everyone:] and all that we ask is but one simple chance
To set up our lives with a little romance
And if needs be we'll throw up the old barricades a
Nd we'll fight till the strength in our fingers fade