I'm walking now
Waking pain
Let me see my belly floating
Let me hear my voice lighting x2
Harmonizing
With my last breathing
Resonating
And silence comes
And vanishes me x2
She will wait for you when you get there
With a hundred colors of flowers
You'll remember, dream we have seen
You can breathe sweet smell of her hair
She will wait for you when you get there
With a hundred arms of a hug
Don't be afraid to sell her in a bag
It's made of milk, in Paris
I don't care (come come)
I don't care (come - say two words)