The Song
This song would repeat itself...

Watch the mother holding desperately
To the baby girl of two days old...

There is no past tense to me
When the subject is of him...

He, as untouchable as she, rides the ripples
Of emptiness from their busy lives...

Some men on horses protect the lands,
Defending the views believed are true...

Children that consider themselves
Prepared on grasping maturity...

**Another Loveless Translation.**
The dawn of the new world will arrive...

**Another Loveless interpretation. Below that is...
A lady stands in front of the bus...

**Another Interpretation from Loveless**
Man and woman lay upon the floor...

**Another interpretation from Loveless**
A creature with wings flies above the clouds...

**These are interpretations of the poem...
The citizens conceal themselves...

As the sun and their quarrel submerges,
Man and woman go on their separate ways...