Come to the town,
of serenade,
where we listen to joy,
and play all day.
We've given up work;
no more chump's change,
for our youth's years,
in exchange.
Sorrow and misery,
they find no place,
in our hearts,
or upon our face.
There's no violence,
there's no war,
there's only peace,
and nothing more.
This is the town,
where greed dies,
for without it,
we are free to rise.
of serenade,
where we listen to joy,
and play all day.
We've given up work;
no more chump's change,
for our youth's years,
in exchange.
Sorrow and misery,
they find no place,
in our hearts,
or upon our face.
There's no violence,
there's no war,
there's only peace,
and nothing more.
This is the town,
where greed dies,
for without it,
we are free to rise.
