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Where do they come from and where do they go,
The fruit and the flowers, the rain and the snow?
Who presses the button, who 'plies the brakes?
Who gives the orders; who makes the dates?
For the summers to warm, and the winters to cool,
The grass to grow green, and the leaves to gold.
For fishes to swim, and birds to fly,
Children to play and lovers sigh,
Kenaki, kenaki, kenaki.
From the deserts of hate, to the mountains of love,
From the gutters of living, to the heavens above,
Relentlessly onwards, these footsteps don’t change,
Deaf to all pleading, they pass out of range.
But the summers still warm and the winters still cool
The grass grows green, and the leaves turn gold,
Fishes still swim, and birds still fly,
Children still play and lovers sigh.
Kenaki, kenaki, kenaki.
The pendulum swinging to the passage of time,
The wheel of life turning, mile upon mile,
Like streams flowing out to the wide open sea
Men pass on to eternity.
But the summers still warm and the winters still cool
The grass grows green, and the leaves turn gold,
Fishes still swim, and birds still fly,
Children still play and lovers sigh.
Kenaki, kenaki, kenaki.
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