Lyrics:

The transparent circles round the heads of all the heroes
Make confusions caused by echoes that are not for us to see
We sit on magic carpets
Its circles may be seeking for the
Diamond hard blue apples of the moon
Blind men in a dark room on their magic flying carpets
In a search to find a black cat and two apples make a pair
Are not really there
They’re trying to make a pair (pear?) of the
Diamond hard blue apples of the moon