From the time my world had started It was never gonna be a bundle of roses. From the time my world had started It was never gonna be a bundle of roses.

For me The clock had stopped For me The clock had stopped

In the scorching sun with scarce things, In the scorching sun with scarce things,

May day! Labour's day! You celebrate, why? May day! Labour's day! You celebrate, why?

Like a bright but scorching sun We are rather A perfect imperfection Like a bright but scorching sun We are rather A perfect imperfection

Always wondered how they could Just throw themselves in the scorching flames Don't they feel any p... Always wondered how they could Just throw themselves in the scorching flames D...