Because the locusts are coming
And now, so am I
In this eastern village nothing will be the same
And everyone will forget our names as youth runs dry

The seasons have changed
But there’s still wisdom to find
Look up at my eyes dear
It’s cruel to be kind when your knees touch the ground

Such pious face, but first wipe your chin
This is how summer usually begins
An excellent sin, an end of hot springs

With the heat as it’s rising, he’s changing his colour
From hero to valor of a titanic pallor
Sense of a villain who’s drowned, Earth opened her mouth

And she’s feeling long in the tooth