Lag: Ego, texti: Bubbi Morthens
Strange, like dancing suns
watch out, moonlight on the run.
Emptiness all around
bars, with a gift to take your happiness
so beware.
Like an aboriginal, sleeping with his drum
atomic power behind the leaf
solution for the big city.
Is it all worth, Mona Lisa
that your children laugh, like prisoners.
- Reggae - coming from the sky
- Reggae - making you feel high
- Reggae - dancing like butterfly
The prince and the princess
in the kingdom of experience
have lost their wisdom for life.
Soldiers shooting drugs
tired of killing time.
Frail shadows, dancing in the tunnel of death.
- Reggae - coming from the sky
- Reggae - making you feel high
- Reggae - dancing like butterfly
Lagið má finna á eftirtöldum útgáfum