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That great genius of my friend
He would know what to do
He would know how to fix it
With a screwdriver in hand
It works miracles
It would regulate you the minimum
Raising it a little
And you wouldn't hit him on the head
So strong, no
And you could start again
Certainly not flying
But travel

Yes, travel
Avoiding the toughest potholes
Without this
Falling into your fears
Kindly
Smoke-free, with love
Traveling sweetly
Slowing down
To then accelerate
With a flowing rhythm
Of life in the heart
Kindly
Without engine jerking
And go back to travelling
And at night
With the headlights illuminate
Clearly the way
To know where to go
With courage
Kindly, kindly
Sweetly travel

(That great genius) that great genius my friend
(With hands) with hands dirty with oil
He would understand much better
Better to throw it away for sure
Repair
Maybe it would clean the filter
Blowing on it a little
Then you would split people up
The clear one from the no
And you could start again
Certainly not flying
But travel

Yes, travel
Avoiding the toughest potholes
Without this
Falling into your fears
Kindly
Smoke-free, with love
Traveling sweetly
Slowing down
To then accelerate
With a flowing rhythm
Of life in the heart
Kindly
Without engine jerking
And go back to travelling
And at night
With the headlights illuminate
Clearly the way
To know where to go
With courage
Kindly, kindly
Sweetly travel

Yes, travel
Traveling sweetly
Slowing down
To then accelerate
With a flowing rhythm
Of life in the heart
Kindly
Without engine jerking