I don't see things his way
How can a world that makes such beautiful things
Be so barbaric?
Don't you think the fairies have blessed me?
Don't you think I'm way too spoiled by life?
Look at these treasures and these wonders
All these riches shining like suns
Seeing that you tell yourself
'Yes... it's paradise'
I've got gadgets, knockout stuff, cool stuff
I've got squeaks and squawks galore
You want a tire-baba? I've got loads
But all that leaves me indifferent and bored
I'd like to roam the world
I'd like to see the world dance
What's it called, feet!
You get nowhere flapping fins
You need legs to jump and dance
What's it called? Streets
If he can on land dream in broad daylight
I'd give everything I've got to leave here
To caress the golden grains of warm sand
And their daughters can dream without fear
Mermaid women, human women
I want to know, I want to be able
To ask questions and get answers
What's fire, and why does it, what's the word, burn?
I'll leave with no regrets