When I wake up, I sometimes dream that I'm in a Jungle,
Hearing sounds, close but yet so far like mumbles,
Clouds gatering and shaping storms,
Should it be better if we just reforms,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah... o no...
The bitterness leads to wilderness,
What would be without our Jungle,
It may not be our promised land, but let us not fuble our Jungle,