The world of someone's hope is burning,
The world of someone's joy is burning,
The world of someone's dream is burning,
Has humanity died in the streets of London?
Has the age old culture deceived the country?
Have people forgotten the beautiful days and intoxicating nights?
Love, peace, tenderness and tolerance
Where are these elements?
It's not riot,
It's a declaration of a change in human tendency,
It's a prelude to a peril,
It may sound a knell for the tolerance of the country,
Let's pray that England would not be another Norway.
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