Оригинальный текст и слова песни Splendid Cradle:
The ground is falling apart,
We are afraid to fly around.
We have got nowhere to run to,
We have got no fate to hold on to.
Our leaders...
The ground is falling apart,
We are afraid to fly around.
We have got nowhere to run to,
We have got no fate to hold on to.
Our leaders...