Children have a self-expression
Playing, jumping and just dreaming
Kings and gongs are their believings
They go to school and start to learn
Children see an open world
Their's no hate, their's just forgiveness
Fantasy is something real
To their way of seeing things
To their way of seeing things
Children listen to old people
Their conversations as games
And they translate it to their own world
They go to sleep, they start to dream
Games are part of their real life
School to them is something useful
Dreaming is their way of living
Birds, bees and fantasy
But now life teacher really appears
Kings and gongs will disappear
And they will see their's no more
Birds, bees and fantasy
Birds, bees and fantasy
Birds, bees and fantasy
Birds, bees and fantasy
Birds, bees and fantasy
Birds, bees and fantasy
Birds, bees and fantasy
Birds, bees and fantasy
Birds, bees and fantasy
Birds, bees and fantasy
