I sit beside you,
and your beauty is terrorful;
like frost on a window pane,
it keeps me still,
like the bouncing of the plane
that reminds me i'm falling
through a cloudy world
that hides flying dangers like you,
and though without the brave voice of the captain,
silently, i say to you,
"You are beautiful."

Rise
sweet flower, rainbow petals
receive light from a
brand new age,
pure air human,
filth is gone
Stand tall, tree, see meadows
grazing cattle, freely suckling young,
terrorful age is over.
Birds, troop colours,
happily sing,
usurper man, tamed
mother has won
war is done.