The Fat King's a funny man; whines, dines and snores, Queen's in distress, as he goes hunting for boars. Princes' charming and a little miss, Poor Old King, none of them is his. Fat King's a silly man for keeping lions in closed doors.
Here we have landed within the bright stars, But my world remains beneath the night sky. Women are from Venus, men from the Mars, Touched by the red-aura, all notions lie. The clearest blue of sky and the sea, The purity has left us conflicted. We keep wondering where our souls could be Collided [...]