To grow it nice & new,
Turn the soil, to rise rich & true.
To sow success, for shining seed,
Burn the disease according to nature's need.
To rise from low, to on high, to heavenly hue,
To learn to bloom for blow, to yearn for a Prussian blue,
To another farm, to another gravity, to truly lead.
Golden women, I shall free them from cold, from a cruel creed.
Turn the soil, to rise rich & true.
To sow success, for shining seed,
Burn the disease according to nature's need.
To rise from low, to on high, to heavenly hue,
To learn to bloom for blow, to yearn for a Prussian blue,
To another farm, to another gravity, to truly lead.
Golden women, I shall free them from cold, from a cruel creed.