Oh why don't you take me to the moonI'll fly with you in a baloonand there you'll kiss me
and we will walk back to you.
Oh this is just happening all too soonmy life looks like a cartoonand then you'll kiss meand i am all stuck with you.
And I oh Ijust wanna fly highwhatever you say i'll blindly go your wayto the sky
And when we kissit seems as if we're glued togetherforever and ever'till the end of time.
Oh why don't you take me to the moonI'll fly with you in a baloonand there you'll kiss me
and we will walk back to you.
Tu tu ru tu to you.

Le vagabond traîne sa bouteille
Il traîne son chien et son mégot
Il traîne une vie qui est la sienne


Poussière, poussière


Chauffe le vin de sa bouteille
Chauffe le feu de son mégot
Chauffe la vie de son vieux chien


Poussière, poussière


Quand vient la nuit puis le sommeil
La peur se glisse sous la peau
Gratte la plaie où dort sa peine

Poussière, poussière


Specks of dust

The vagabond drags his bottle
He drags his dog and his stub
He drags a life which is his own

Dust, dust
Heat the wine of his bottle
Heat the fire of his stub
Heat the life of his old dog

Dust, dust
Sleep escapes as the night comes
Fear slips under the skin
Scratches the wounds
where sleeps the pain
Dust, dust