What do you think I fell when I, when I, take it with you?

What do you think I see when I, when I, take it with you?

Somewhere else, somewhere else, somewhere else...

What do you think I feel when I, when I'm kissing you?

Somewhere else, somewhere else, somewhere else...

"We're walking in the streets - or what's left of them,

I take your hand, and the city is slowly vanishing.

There's no crowd anymore, no cars, no signals.

But in the middle of the road, a purple and mellow shape is floating.

The shape of our mutual dream.

Stay calm, hold me tight, give it a chance to take us away."

We will live, we will dream on the shadow of our world.