歌詞

Chasing mighty light, I was chased by the fire

Is here the ruin of the old and young soldiers’ dream?

The field I can aspire?

It is just up to me which one I can make this green under the blue

After all my callow germs will be again snatched in the wind

In my soul my swallow squirms around in unhatched eggs behind

Erosion of my emotion just hinder mellow and birth

If you blend many kinds of colour, there only gray is left

Out in the green!

Swans dance, roses bloom like mad but cry