Who do we think we are? Angels still on clouds?

Beside the moon and around the stars - far away from doubt?

I know the world is full, full with tenderness.

Beware of godless fools - life is too short, really too short to sleep.



Open your eyes and look around - nature's breath spread your life.

The glowing moon and twinkle stars - at night a candlelight.

Who do we think we are? Oh, anyone knows?

Keep on walking your own way and you will find the meaning of to be.