Текст песни
The lights of the ashes smolder through hills and vales
Nostalgia burns in the hearts of the strongest
Picasso is painting the ships in the harbor
The wind and sails
These are years with the genius for living
The rope is cut, the rabbit is loose
(Fire at will in this open season)
The blood of a poet, the ink in the well
(It's all written down in this age of reason)
The animals run through harvested fields of fire
The bitterness shown on the face of the homeless
Picasso is painting the flames from the houses
The sudden rain
These are years with a genius for living
The rope has been cut, the rabbit is loose
(Fire at will in this open season)
The blood of a poet, the ink in the well
(It's all written down in this age of reason)
Do-do-doo do-do-doo
Do-do-doo do-do doo do-do
Do-do-doo
Fire at will
Fire at will
Fire at will