Flip, flop, you've drawn a dream,Sky up above,Plic Ploc, you took a tear,Flower, Flower
Color, green, light yellow, pale, rose, shining blue
Flip (color), flop (green), you've drawn (light) a dream (yellow)Sky (pale), up (rose), above (shining blue)Plic Ploc, you took a tear,Flower, Flower
Flower, flower, you've drawn my life in...Color, green, light yellow, pale, rose, shining blue.

When I’m riding in my Datsun CherryI’m high as a kite; I can do what I likeWhen I’m riding in my Datsun CherryI’m as free as a bird, I’m sure that you’ve heard
I’m sure that you’ve heardI’m sure that you’ve heard
When I’m riding in my Datsun CherryI’m high as a kite; I can do what I likeWhen I’m riding in my Datsun CherryI’m as free as a bird, I’m sure that you’ve heard
Lakes and forests and birds and beesSkies at night with stars and treesRivers and valleys and special showsWorld’s a sparkle wherever you go
Lakes and forests and birds and beesSkies at night with stars and treesRivers and valleys and special showsWorld’s a sparkle wherever you go
World’s a sparkle wherever you goWorld’s a sparkle wherever you go
Do you know the way to the Milky Way?Do you know the way to the Milky Way?Do you know the way to the Milky Way?
Excuse me: Do you know the way to the Milky Way?
Do you know the way to the Milky Way?Do you know the way to the Milky Way?Do you know the way to the Milky Way?

È strano! È strano! In corescolpiti ho quegli accenti!Saria per me sventura un serio amore?Che risolvi, o turbata anima mia?Null'uomo ancora t'accendeva - O gioiach'io non conobbi, esser amata amando!E sdegnarla poss'ioper l'aride follie del viver mio?VIOLETTA (seule)Étrange... étrange... dans mon cœursont gravées ces paroles !Un véritable amour serait-il un malheur pour moi ?Que vas-tu décider, ô mon âme ?Aucun homme ne m'a encore enflammée... Oh ! joieque jamais je ne connus ! Aimer, être aimée !Cette joie, la dédaignerai-jepour les folies stériles de ma vie ?Ah, fors'è lui che l'animasolinga ne' tumultigodea sovente pingerede' suoi colori occulti!Lui che modesto e vigileall'egre soglie ascese,e nuova febbre accese,destandomi all'amor.A quell'amor ch'è palpitodell'universo intero,misterioso, altero,croce e delizia al cor!Follie! follie! Delirio vano è questo!Povera donna, sola,abbandonata in questopopoloso desertoche appellano Parigi.Che spero or più?Che far degg'io? Gioire,di voluttà ne' vortici perir.Gioir, gioir!Sempre libera degg'iofolleggiare di gioia in gioia,vo' che scorra il viver miopei sentieri del piacer.Nasca il giorno, o il giorno muoia,sempre lieta ne' ritrovi,a diletti sempre nuovidee volare il mio pensier