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.