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SPACESHIP
Can you see them running barefoot on the sand?
Seven kids still unbroken
In the right place where you once asked me to dance
they’re singing songs in circles
An electric torch, or a lighter
is enough to brighten up this night
They’re so fragile, so almighty
They hold on to each other tight
Have they ever known the hardness of a choice?
Have they ever known about suffering?
For a moment, in the laughter and the noise
I think I saw them rising
With a movement so motionless
whose reason ain't exactly clear
Are they lying there on their towels
or are they heading for the stratosphere?
They’re sitting in a spaceship and they don’t really care
’bout the world
They’re sitting in a spaceship and they don’t really care
’bout the world
It is something like a Yellow Submarine
Without a stream of bubbles
With a window for the stars in every room
And the music playing on shuffle
And it’s rising with a movement
that a naked eye could easily miss
I wish I had realized in real time
all the times that I’ve been flying like this
They’re sitting in a spaceship and they don’t really care
’bout the world
They’re sitting in a spaceship and they don’t really care
’bout the world
They’re sitting in a spaceship and they don’t really care
’bout the world
They’re sitting in a spaceship and they don’t really care
’bout the world
Can you see them running barefoot on the sand? Have they ever known the hardship of a choice? They are sitting on a spaceship and they don't care It's a kind of Yellow Submarine They are sitting on a spaceship and they don't careClick here for the Italian translation
Seven boys still intact
In the exact spot where you once asked me to dance
they are singing songs in a circle
A flashlight, or a lighter
is all it takes to light up this night
They are so fragile, so omnipotent
They hold each other tight
Have they ever known suffering?
For a moment between laughter and noise
I thought I saw them rise
with a movement so motionless,
whose origin is unclear
Are they really lying there on their towels
or are they headed for the stratosphere?
about the world
They are sitting on a spaceship and they don't care
about the world
without a trail of bubbles
With a window to the stars in every room
and music playing on shuffle
And it's lifting off with a movement
that to the naked eye could easily escape you
How I wish I had realized in real time
all the times I flew like that
about the world
They are sitting on a spaceship and they don't care
about the world
They are sitting on a spaceship and they don't care
about the world
They are sitting on a spaceship and they don't care
about the world
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