专辑：Where Have All The Flowers Gone
There's times in life when senses they fly
Frome below to up high where your feelings can not deny
No figures no names
No fences no frames
Like the incense in the air
With on purpose here or there
so morals retreat and the senses entreat
from the dark they are lit
with the fire you cannt forbid
no future to relate just ventures await
hold your breath stay awake
gladly take come what may
maybe you ＇re scared by the flames of red
but a life without risk differs little from death
maybe it ＇s fair for the roses to flare
as the fragrance fills the air
let your soul confess
so morals retreat and the senses entreat
from the dark they are lit
with the fire you cannt forbid
no future to relate just ventures await
hold your breath stay awake
gladly take come what may