This view has got to change So let's skip town, let's go away Who knows where? Let's quit our jobs today What would we do? Where would we stay? I don
At daybreak I wait for You Crush softly, come With the brilliance and weight of Jupiter You weaken me as with wounds It's always enough To sound the
Fourteen hours a day Fourteen days in two weeks A fortnight out to sea I'm far from home, alright by me Off the coast of Milan Then the Ivory Keys I
Here I go against the grain It's time to yet again complain And make some noise Make some noise We've got all our sciences Making our appliances To dull
Cold as the sun on a winter's morning Your resolve still lies shivering A heap of ill-sighted plans So you think, so it shall be Dwelling on all that
Traducció: Ace Troubleshooter. La bogeria de la multitud.