
History,
Is time,
Which makes everything in itself to be thought over for history is often wrongly said and written.
Adios!

History,
Is time,
Which makes everything in itself to be thought over for history is often wrongly said and written.
Adios!

He throws the ball,
As his little brother plays around.
They play for the whole day,
Yet they don’t get tired.
But the story doesn’t get over here.
This has been played in a little boy’s mind.
And that boy is God.
Adios!

In time of truth,
Do your best.
Try the hardest,
Lets fly for the rest.
In time of truth,
Do justice to yourself,
So be truest in your highest form,
Without any thoughts of gain.
Adios!

Think and think,
Write and play,
Sing and jiggle,
For its the play for us to be not in.
Think and think,
Win the game,
For we shall win.
Adios!

In Zenith beyond the sky,
In love which plays with you,
Of hide and seek,
Of every good game played and won.
In zenith beyond the sky are our friends who will definitely play and be with us.
Adios!