Now, i´m coming out of the war Send your poems to me Boy, i wish to thank you for the praises You just have to learn to hit that low, Hard inside pith Innocent? Still an innocent Now! there are so many of us Maybe, maybe the spell continues here I don't care if you are liar or priest Always exists a disguise Oh yeah! oh yeah! It's a game A romantic grand game Full of the fury of discovery It's a game A romantic grand game Full of the fury of discovery Learn to hit that low Innocent? Still an innocent Now, there are so many of us