She gave me her love, I took it
On March 16th, I traveled
Ran over spaceship, I searched
My mistreated love
I just caught on the sea-shore
A taxi to the moon station
Pretty, gorgeous creautre, beautiful
Not still a girl, not yet a woman
There's a mirror in her snow face
Not still a girl, not yet a woman
I just caught on the sea-shore
A taxi to the moon station
By her long hair, red
By the beams of this sun, lilac
By the fire of her body, spark
By the beams of this sun
I just caught on the sea-shore
A taxi to the moon station