Hitch your wagon to a star
A window on the long street there where are the princess and prince. And the river bursts its banks with beautiful roses.
Songs of the Revolution and the stubborn fighter are being sang.
The Window is wide open facing the streets. A river of blood, tears and imagination keeps flowing unstoppably.
The form of clouds keep swirling and whirling in the sky and over the mountains.
Return of the beloved and hopes are assured.
Bees and the story of flowers relate to the honey.
A peep through the window on the political street is misery. A river of blood and tears is on constant flow. Fighting on all fronts. And a multiplicity of doctrines or ideologies trend along.