Оригинален текст
Heave another heave another sigh,
We’re the last sons,
Thought our heads had locked,
Heads have parted ways,
So headstrong we’re the last sons,
Are we so are we so are we so different,
We’re night and day still the same,
In the garland frame,
Though we left a mark upon a cherub face,
Signs of love waste it all on the young,
Are we so are we so are we so different.