Whatever walks with two legsGets all things done wrong ohWe're condemned
We pray for pretty ribbonsA happy and proud religion oh
The wind is blowing in the fieldsHere and there the straws fly in tranceThey come at you with all mischiefsSilencing dances giving no chances oh
They rejoice at the squeaks of despairAnd we are left to dream here
In the green fields of the worldGreen fields of the world
The wind is blowing in the fieldsHere and there the straws fly in tranceThey come at you spontaneouslySilencing dances giving no chances
They rejoice at the squeaks of despairAnd we are left to dream here
In the green fields of the worldGreen fields of the worldGreen fields of the worldGreen fields of the world