The world is sick and pale;
nations shrink in shadows

Streets echoes of emptiness
and calmess

It's the CORONAtion of the
most sickest queen

Queen, queen !
Oh her royal majesty,like a queen Sheba.

Flying masquerades adorned
with thorny Palm fronds

Flying here and there,
Magically invisible.

Our home, we hide like a rabbits
in a burrow,

For the venom of the masquerade is deadlier than a black mamba

So,home we would stay until
till evening breeze of bliss sweeps the street off the masquerades.