A feline Barcelona
Comes to scratch my lips
The Brazilian in display
To whom I tell about us
I'd pay to see you once more
In this red chamber
The desert is emphasised
Under your cheekbones,
Moves an eponymous falcon
From the Redskin's land
I'd pay to see you once more
To talk about us
Come,
Here I fly
The sun dies
Between Viborg and Roma
Come,
Here I fly
Tomorrow we'll pray
If heaven forgives
A sour-spleen Nikka
And your hips in the shower
A heroic Tokyo
Who remembers us
I'd pay to see you once more
Black Ysé, red dress
Come,
Here I fly
The sun dies
Between Viborg and Roma
Come,
Here I fly
Tomorrow we'll pray
If heaven forgives
And in the end, let's die
Let's die of being too rich
Let's die of being too fat
Let's die of being too stupid
So that Viborg can tell us
Tell us to be moved
Tell us that we exist
But that we won't love each other anymore
Come, here I fly...