Forty thousand years of wandering drama
The Wind was coming back to his old mama
Running out of air and barely awake, awake
Kiss me mama please, I am insane
But be careful mom, just look away –
Don’t look in the eyes, don’t catch the deadly gaze of a Hurricane…
Pai-ra-pa, pa-ba-pa – ran out of steam
Pa, pa-ba-pa – ran out of steam…
My eyes are dead, my soul is dead
Pai-ra – pa-pa,
Pai-ra – pa-pa…
Forty thousand years of a fairy tale
Ships I caused to sink, the trains derailed…
Stronger than the ocean, my soul is cold as ice, ice
I had no complains about it mama
Even when I moved onto Yokohama
And I got to know and I got to know the Dalai lama
Pai-ra-pa, pa-pa-pa – ran out of steam
Pa, pa-ba-pa – ran out of steam…!
My soul is dead, my eyes are dead
Pa, pa-ba-pa,
Pa, pa-ba-pa!
All my guns are broken mama
All my toys are taken mama
No more fun, I am breathless mama,
Mama!…
Pa-rai-pa, pa-ba-pa – Ran out of steam…
Pa, pa-ba-pa – Ran out of steam…
My eyes are dead, my soul is dead
Pa-ra-ba-pa,
Pa-ra-ba-pa!
Pai-ra-ba-pa – Ran out of steam
Pai-ra-ba-pa – Ran out of steam
My soul is dead, my eyes are dead
Pai-ra-ba-pa,
Pai-ra-ba-pa!
