Traducir a
Just the grass on the plateau
Is a bit greener
But you don't have to think about it
You don't have to put your hand on it
Trying to understand
What's the point to hit
Tic-tac tic-tac
For every line
Tic-tac tic-tac
It takes fantasy
There's a light that the moon is not
In a darkness that night is not
And a voice that voice is not
That doesn't spek but speaks about me
All of a sudden is burning my hand
The green air of the cloth on the plane
Tic-tac
And the games takes
My life away rolling
And that's why you hold your breathe
Until you stay down
And forever means never again
Tic-tac tic-tac
For every line
Tic-tac tic-tac
It takes fantasy
There's a light that the moon is not
In a darkness that night is not
And a voice that voice is not
That doesn't spek but speaks about me
And suddenly is touching my hand
The green grass of this plateau
Tic-tac
And the game takes
My life away rolling