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When all the stars burn up in space
Music international
a secret touch, a look, the desire
in life that you have to share
you know the sound and its signs
the song is over, the hero has to go
when all the stars burn up in space
music international
We're not naked
we have the radio on
we dress in nothing less than supreme best
The records are finally turning silently
we have no reason to panic
we are in the sound for all time
the song is over, the music remains< br/>But we're not naked
we have the radio on
we dress in nothing less than supreme best
D to the I to the A to the M
to the O to the N to the D
to the arms of music...
We're not naked
we have the radio on
we dress in nothing less than supreme best< br/>yalla, yalla turn it on: Radio LIBERTATIA!