A little past one in the morning

In the battlefield of a game we're adorning

Saying we meet too late brothers in fate

Beautiful girls lost in the count one two three

Prince and princess in fairy tale spree

It's not too late we're still in the spree

What to do with a salary so meager

Three days fishing two days just playing

Don't mind the sun it's high and bolder

Vaguely forgetting the daily layer

Lowering our heads looking ahead

The wind of freedom is hard to weather

Small doorways huge barriers

You're dreaming of grandeur it's clear

Don't want don't want don't want to work

Just say goodnight let's not churn

The faint scent of grass so green

The leisurely dusk so serene

The northwest wind blows a nuisance indeed

The east wind's stories they ignite our need

Inexplicable sense of crisis at hand

This atmosphere is a bit too bland

Someone's always spouting nonsense you see

And the sidekicks they always agree

What to do with a salary so meager

Three days fishing two days just playing

Don't mind the sun it's high and bolder

Vaguely forgetting the daily layer

Lowering our heads looking ahead

The wind of freedom is hard to weather

A thought in my head it resounds

Living day by day such a frown

Be a natural ox take the plow

With a yoke on my back I must sow

Small doorways huge barriers

You're dreaming of grandeur it's clear

Don't want don't want don't want to work

Just say goodnight let's not churn