The golden sky of Rome,
The smiling Raison Bran
with Ray-Bans on,
How the yellow paint is used
in kindergarten
But now the sun is white;
As the tide, as the snow,
Our collective diamond
to go with blue azure
I don't know what it means
Or where it goes
But we owe it to ourselves
to speak the truth
So Poets! Arise! Raise the rafters!
Sing of the white, the pure,
the light, the sun!
