It takes my breath away
There's nothing up to you
The air's bad quality makes me comprehend.
This gossip going around.
That the world must develops,
To grow up until touch the moon
In Mars I'll get off.
Even if I have created a special cloth
That allows me to travel in spacial mode
I won't go yet, rocket no way
To the human kind, living is not enough.
It takes my breath away
There's nothing up to you
The air's bad quality makes me comprehend.
This gossip going around.
That the world must develops,
To grow up until touch the moon
In Mars I'll get off.
Even if I have created a special cloth
That allows me to travel in spacial mode
I won't go yet, rocket no way
To the human being, living is not enough.