We're childlen of sun, blessed ourselves.
We're hope of world, expected something.
If we were lived well to make some wonder, we would find some treasures for all or one.
We're something white, in the streets of new days.
When I wait my turn on backstage darkness, I'm just taught by you, "We're together. Get it together."
When I sing my song, I listen the same words.
If we were lived well to play some tunes, we could make a deep impression on the audience surely.
When I write my song, we're dreaming their applause, ever so.
Let me know to listen your love song.
Let me know how to take your mind.
We're musicians by birth to play our symphony, and we have made some merry tunes since first meeting.
Let me find a way to be so glad with you, to be so happy with you, to be so fine with you.
Uh, starlight's shower.
Uh, sunrise.
Uh, morning moon.
Listen now!
We're a band of winds, breath is spirits of ourselves, I'm taught by you, "We're together. Get it together."
We're a band of thunder, we're the glitter in a moment, to make a something true, to be clear, to be clear.
If we were lived well to play some tunes, we could make a deep impression on the audience surely.
We're a band of heart, in the streets of our little town, and we're together yes, so get it together tonight.
We're childlen of sun, blessed ourselves.
We're hope of world, expected something.
We're a band of winds.
We're a band of thunder.