Everyone travel far
Looking far a sweet future
And only I wake up in the morning
And take (bus) line 5 to the sea
The bus is full of smoke
Two old ladies and a ticket man
Someone wrote on a concrete wall
Wheres the country* and wheres the vision**
Where's the country and where's the concrete
The birds sing/ are singing to me good morning
Maybe I can fly with far far away
Fly and not fall
Everyone travel, far away they travel
searching and trying
well, maybe I'm exaggerating
Pap Pap Shubap...
The birds...

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