The circles,
oh yes, the circles,
unite the eastern kingdom with our nightmares.
The bearded guys
and their gold watches,
feel free in thin young shelters.
The world
pretends to dance ,
but dances only with the chosen.
The families
all wear pink eye-straps,
forgot the mollycoddling in their laps.
And girls,
oh yes, the girls,
sweet are the girls in Beijing!
oh yes, the circles,
unite the eastern kingdom with our nightmares.
The bearded guys
and their gold watches,
feel free in thin young shelters.
The world
pretends to dance ,
but dances only with the chosen.
The families
all wear pink eye-straps,
forgot the mollycoddling in their laps.
And girls,
oh yes, the girls,
sweet are the girls in Beijing!