Idioma Origen:
Some kind of nature
Some kind of soul
Some kind of mixture
Some kind of gold
Some kind of majesty
Some chemical load
Some kind of metal made up from glue
Some kind of plastic I could wrap around you
They needy eat mayonnaise and they wear phony clothes
They sit with our picture up until they grow old
Some kind of nature
Some kind of soul
Some kind of mixture
Some kind of gold
Some kind of majesty
Some chemical load
Well me, I like plastics
And digital foils
Could wrap up the sun
And protect the girls
From the spiritual poisons
You spill at night
Like phony clothes, but
I really like my-
Some kind of nature (some kind of nature, some kind of soul)
Comes from one within us
Oh, Lord, forgive me (some kind of mixture, some kind of gold)
It's got to come and find us
All we are is dust
Some kind of metal made up from glue
Some kind of plastic I could wrap around you
They needy eat mayonnaise, and they wear phony clothes
They sit with our picture up until they grow old
Some kind of nature (some kind of nature, some kind of soul)
Comes from one within us
Oh, Lord, forgive me (some kind of mixture, some kind of gold)
It's got to come and find us
All we are is dust
Idioma Destino:
Some kind of nature
Some kind of soul
Some kind of mixture
Some kind of gold
Some kind of majesty
Some chemical load
Some kind of metal made up from glue
Some kind of plastic I could wrap around you
They needy eat mayonnaise and they wear phony clothes
They sit with our picture up until they grow old
Some kind of nature
Some kind of soul
Some kind of mixture
Some kind of gold
Some kind of majesty
Some chemical load
Well me, I like plastics
And digital foils
Could wrap up the sun
And protect the girls
From the spiritual poisons
You spill at night
Like phony clothes, but
I really like my-
Some kind of nature (some kind of nature, some kind of soul)
Comes from one within us
Oh, Lord, forgive me (some kind of mixture, some kind of gold)
It's got to come and find us
All we are is dust
Some kind of metal made up from glue
Some kind of plastic I could wrap around you
They needy eat mayonnaise, and they wear phony clothes
They sit with our picture up until they grow old
Some kind of nature (some kind of nature, some kind of soul)
Comes from one within us
Oh, Lord, forgive me (some kind of mixture, some kind of gold)
It's got to come and find us
All we are is dust