When you are walking on the street
Panic is in our city.
People are worried in cars
They drive when the red color is on.
Nervous men are in hysteria
Loudspeakers are sounded awfully.
And there competition
Between first lines of yellow newspapers.
So dance!
Fool girl, dance!
And smile!
It's all really for you!
Don't doubt!
Everyone knows that pieces of glass
Brights like diamonds in the rays of sun.
Once in right place
Will come the right hour.
Close America back!
Panic is in our harbour
When you walking on the shore
Sea's rocking one time, sea's rocking two times*