Now, i´m coming out of the war
Send your poems to me
Boy, i wish to thank you for the praises
You just have to learn to hit that low,
Hard inside pith

Innocent?
Still an innocent
Now! there are so many of us

Maybe, maybe the spell continues here
I don't care if you are liar or priest
Always exists a disguise

Oh yeah! oh yeah!

It's a game
A romantic grand game
Full of the fury of discovery

It's a game
A romantic grand game
Full of the fury of discovery

Learn to hit that low
Innocent?
Still an innocent
Now, there are so many of us