We are here waiting A few know this place With our lens we're looking Scrutinize the space Flying cigars A given name for UFOs Flying cigars Fire this
(One, Two, Three, Four) (One, Two, Three, Four) My mom is better than Your mom and your dad too She knows nutrition well That's why I'm trim & lean Because
Another summer rolls by And I can't help but feel pain All those familiar faces Come back to haunt me again Whether I hated their guts Or hardly knew
All but the truth - forget And from this union cup We will drink wine tonight Qiyamat qiyamat a tawil Qiyamat qiyamat insan al kamel Pride of the peacock
They're shining searchlights in the sky 'Cause there's a new God in the sign It says their map is not their terrier work And then I broke my telescope
Ornithorhynchus anatinus - platypus Sleeping geology On the isolated shore For millions of years Experimental continent On purpose or accident? Mysterious
m'asseoir sur un banc On ira faire un tour de barque On ira dejeuner au parc On s'embrassera dans le cou Il y aura tout autour de nous Les cerfs-volants
mer Haut dans les airs Un enfant te voit Voyage insolent Troubles enivrants Amours innocentes Suivent ta voie Suivent ta voie En volant Cerf-volant Volant
Si partiva a bordo di bastimenti Verso terre ignote assai lontane Fermi sopra il ponte ai naviganti Inteneriva il cuore Come sopra tappeti volanti Desideri
vole, visite en volant Les vallees les vallons Dont tu heriteras Il y a partout des gens qui attendent Les chansons que tu leur chanteras Vole, vole, prepare en volant
Vole, vole, visite en volant Les vallees les vallons Dont tu heriteras Il y a partout des gens qui attendent Les chansons que tu leur chanteras Vole, vole, prepare en volant
che va Un sole nascosto che nasce da dentro E disegna il confine della tua liberta Quel suono leggero di un nome importante Le ali di un uomo volante
(W. Van Lierde / A. Red) Les yeux a peine ouverts les mains au volant Me demandant les files a quoi sa sert Il faudrait interdire ces types qui passent
cuando no me miras no soy nada por que en nuestro planeta ya no hay aire solo quedan agujeros de balas baladas que me inyectas en la sangre volantes
enfin Mais que sera demain Il voulait les nuages Il attend le vent L' enfant cerf volant. Il attend le vent L' enfant cerf-volant
