Heroes bee-stung, be there standing by the hive. Some must be drunk, see the haze behind their eyes. And from the corn field - like butter in the sun - melting and shining.
Lost in the smoke, the mysterious smiles of the bees. 4.000 miles and I still can’t be brought to believe. Talk about stubborn!
Is it a joke, do you think that their smiles are for me? Because I’m stubborn.