Well the sheaves have all been brought,
but the fields have washed away,
and the palaces now stand
where the coffins all were laid,
and the times we see ahead
we must glaze with rosy hues
for we don't wish to admit
what it is we have to lose
millennia in coming,
the modern age is here,
it sanctifies the future
yet renders us with fear,
so many theories, so many prophecies,
what we do need is a change of ideas,
when we are scared we can hide in our reveries,
but what we need is a change of ideas,
change of ideas, change of ideas,
what we need now is a change of ideas