The city of mutants around, smoke and fire, this is a war of your own just don't touchThe city of mutants around, smoke and fire, this is a war of your own just don't touch
The child goes and touches the spikelets of growing wheat with his handsThe child goes and touches the spikelets of growing wheat with his hands
Where the clouds touch the mountains, in californiaWhere the clouds touch the mountains, in California