You know how scared I was
No time to petrify
Last man returned at once
No part of me I won't deny
Boy, please tell me how I survived
When good brave soldiers came For little stars to see
What overcomes the same
Will make the youngest one believe
They
came to save what I conceived
Boy, we are growing old
Still unsatisfied
Stories to be told And our heart withdrawn
Four in the morning And three in the evening
Four in the morning
And three in the evening
Then rainfall disappeared All our growth starts to bloom
We can't defeat our fears Nothing leaves for the we are few
They whispered, where you going to?
Once I'll go back to sleep But now I'm rising up
First it may seem so deep That's why we stay just to keep
On going till it is complete
Boy, we are growing old Still unsatisfied
Stories to be told And our heart withdrawn
Four in the morning And three in the evening
Four in the morning And three in the evening