I see again, smiling in you,
the sweet effigy of my dear mother;
in your heart
I drink again in the sweet, radiant air
of my fatherland,
that awakened my mind.
You are beautiful, like my banner,
blazing amid the vapors of battle;
you are joyous, like the vision
of glory promised to the victor.
You are beautiflu, you are joyous.
Yes, love has made a poet out of me.
I cannot take this anymo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ore Saying everything I've said befo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ore All these words they make…
(Hey, you're really crazy... You know that?) I thought that I was calling up my…
I've been sucking morning Waiting for the beat I've been running circles Searching for the…