[bad word] seek us where our voices sound, 
    We cannot sing above the ground, 
    And while you're searching, ponder this: 
    We've taken what you'll sorely miss, 
    An hour long you'll have to look, 
    And to recover what we took. 
    But past an hour - the prospect's black 
    Too late, it's gone, it [bad word] back. 
Мы тебе шлем зов чудесный,
На земле мы не поем.
Ведь дан тебе один лишь только час,
Чтоб найти, что скрыто у нас.