The day the walls of the cities will crumble away, uncovering our naked souls.We'll all start singing, shouting, screaming.The day the circus horses will stop turning around, running fast through the green valleys.We'll sing, and cry, and shout.The day the cars will lay in heaps, their wheelsturning in vain.We'll run along the empty highways, shouting, screaming, singing.The day young boys will stop becoming soldiers, and soldiers will stop playing war games.We'll sing, and cry, and shout.The day we will come up, that we will wake up,hearing the shout to joy, and shouting together with the freaks.The Day the world will turn upside down, we'll run together round and round, screaming.The day the world will turn upside down, we'll run together round and round, screaming.Shouting. Singing.Chanting.