Idioma Origen:
The only place you can dream
Living here is not what it seems
Boat white light in the sky
There is nobody here to ask why
I am here, I am not really there
Faces smiling even rarer
We are going to walk in deep space
Living here is not simply the place
Posts of light leaving the ground
When there is no sound cry
All my feelings can not be taken
I am happy at my strange new world
Shadows of Pasat green move
Women drinking wine plasma
A look at love, a dream develops
Living here, you never ageing
Do not hear me.
Idioma Destino:
The only place you can dream
Living here is not what it seems
Boat white light in the sky
There is nobody here to ask why
I am here, I am not really there
Faces smiling even rarer
We are going to walk in deep space
Living here is not simply the place
Posts of light leaving the ground
When there is no sound cry
All my feelings can not be taken
I am happy at my strange new world
Shadows of Pasat green move
Women drinking wine plasma
A look at love, a dream develops
Living here, you never ageing
Do not hear me.