31And if you are asked, tell them – I look at the sky, I get to the point – Ailleurs Land
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Before living here, I knew a few worlds
Of course the one that shines and floods
Of junk flowers, both great and filthy
In this strange farm where the stuffed turkeys
Alongside the wild geese, the flours where we roll
Are not animal
And in front of the window, the crowd not always friendly
And if they ask you, tell them
To forget to wait for me
Because here it is elsewhere
Elsewhere Land
And if they ask you, tell them
I work with my hands
I look at the sky, I get to the point
Elsewhere Land
Before being with her, I knew a few girls
Among the most beautiful, those that sparkle
Who make sparks when we undress them
These big game animals, these pearls from magazines
Always listed on the stock exchange offered advantages
Two-dimensional images in length, width, but not too much depth
Oh, the beautiful illusion
And if they ask you, tell them
To forget to wait for me
Because here it is elsewhere
Elsewhere Land
And if they ask you, tell them
I work with my hands
I look at the sky, I get to the point
Elsewhere Land
Here you see
We are far from all that
And you
You go back there
I stay
You say, you will miss me
And me
I don't regret myself
And if they ask you, tell them
To forget to wait for me
Because here it is elsewhere
Elsewhere Land
And if they ask you, tell them
I work with my hands
I look at the sky, I get to the point
Elsewhere Land
And I know far from men
To become human
Here it is elsewhere
Elsewhere Land
Here it is elsewhere
Elsewhere Land
Here it is elsewhere
Elsewhere
