This is called Sparrows Will Sing in the Boulevard Again ♪ A child breaks the ice and peers into the hidden depths And tries to decipher the whole of this unholy mess I have no doubt he will figure it out someday Callooh, callooh callay Then the sparrows will sing on the boulevards again And the corridors of power will be walked by thoughtful men The assassins and priests, like mythical beasts, will surely fade away Callooh, callooh callay Callooh, callooh callay ♪ The new generation is eager to master the helm They cannot be seduced by this candyfloss techno-hell They put over the helm and a fresh breeze fills the sails Callooh, callooh callay Callooh, callooh callay ♪ A child breaks the ice and peers into the hidden depths And tries to untangle the whole of this unholy mess Well, I have no doubt he will figure it out someday Callooh, callooh callay Callooh, callooh callay Thank you ♪ Thank you