Flames in top

At home, Lonely Hearts sing
in a band, far from our room
where I hold your hand

We put a rainbow
of flowers in the windowsill
and we praise the hard workers

The fires of the light are blasting
outside, but love cannot harm us
We no longer have expectations

Doctors cannot help us
against the riot in the streets
It is everyone for himself

Girls have stains on their dress
Tramps climb the sidewalk
Beggars are burping at dinner

The flames flutter in top
above the citadel of the gang
of rich people everyone knows