كلمات Children of the Junks

Children of the Junks Slant-eyed Children of the Junks Go by Mama's comin' soon And the junks are turning in the Spring sky Dragon rings Tax-free things Forever People pick and pay Till the day fades away Cooling in the wind Comrades all Red papers ring Flowers in the sun Shining On the children of the world Night comes Sleep for me Ain't nothing, just a moonstruck junk On the sea Kowloon All the junks are sleeping Spinning flowers on the shade All the junks are sleeping But alley cats and renegades