Children

Children have a self-expression
Playing, jumping and just dreaming
Kings and gongs are their believings
They go to school and start to learn

Children see an open world
There's no hate, there's just forgiveness
Fantasy is something real
To their way of seeing things
To their way of seeing things

Children listen to old people
Their conversations as games
And then translate it to their own world
They go to sleep, they start to dream

Games are part of their real life
School to them is something useful
Dreaming is their way of living

Birds and bees, fantasy

But now life teacher really appears
Kings and gongs will disappear
And they will see there's no more

Birds and bees, fantasy
Birds and bees, fantasy
Birds and bees, fantasy
(Kings and gongs will disappear)
Birds and bees, fantasy
(Kings and gongs will disappear)
Birds and bees, fantasy
(Kings and gongs will disappear)
Birds and bees, fantasy
(Kings and gongs will disappear)
Birds and bees, fantasy
(Kings and gongs will disappear)
Birds and bees, fantasy
(Kings and gongs will disappear)
Birds and bees, fantasy
(Kings and gongs will disappear)
Birds and bees, fantasy
(Kings and gongs—)