The King Of The World - Franco Battiato

Strange how the rumble of fighter planes once

Disturbed the rhythm of the balconies' plants

And after silence then far away

The sudden cannon’s roar

And from the radio signals in code

One day in heaven fires of Bengala

Peace came back again

Yet the King of the World

Keeps our hearts enchained

In the full white dresses

Echoes of sufi dances

In Japan’s undergrounds today

Oxygen machines;

The more all becomes useless

The more we believe it’s true

And in the final days

English will not help

And on our bicycles heading for home

Life brushed us

Yet the King of the World

Keeps our hearts enchained