
The World is high,
But not the highest.
The truth is low,
But not the lowest.
The lies fly fast,
With the days going slow,
One day,
God shall win,
For victory is for him,
And his love.
Adios!

The World is high,
But not the highest.
The truth is low,
But not the lowest.
The lies fly fast,
With the days going slow,
One day,
God shall win,
For victory is for him,
And his love.
Adios!

When we sing together,
The world is ours.
The voices reach,
Millions,
Yet we remain unknown.
That’s the story of millions.
But one day it shall change,
And we shall be known from the unknown.
Adios!

As my day begins,
I look at the almighty Sun.
Its radiance gives me the glory,
That you can go for a run.
Happiness galore,
For the sight beholden,
It wants nothing but truth,
In its vastness.
As my day begins,
I look at the almighty Sun……….
And that’s how we roll.
Adios!

Despite what you think,
Life goes on.
It doesn’t stop,
As it has already begun.
It’s God’s benevolent gesture,
That we are sane and not forgotten.
Adios!

A little bird says-,
“I am flying off to a far away country”.
Let me be free.
I shall send you a postcard from there.
If I find it suitable,
Then I shall settle down there,
And call my family over there.
Now let me be.
I am packing the suitcase.
Oh! My Lord,
I forgot my passport,
In case the officials of bird land,
Ask for it.
Bye.

Adios!