A soft rumour hits the way all around the country,
Skipping never a turnpike or even the craziest bump,
Singing a song with its likeness that surround the boundary,
Pronouncing a future that you all can see.
Feel a cold breeze blowing short notes on a guitar
And listen to the melody that we strain to hear
A folklore that tells and speaks of a wonderful king
Like whom none has ever seen nor had there ever been