Futura

Who knows, who knows tomorrow
What we will get our hands on
If we can still count the waves of the sea
And lift our heads
Don't be so serious, stay
The Russians, the Russians, the Americans
No tears, don't stop until tomorrow
It might have been a thunder
I'm not surprised
It's a night of fire
Where are your hands
Our child will be born and won't be afraid
And who knows how he will be tomorrow
On which roads he will walk
What he will have in his hands.. His hands
He will move and will be able to fly
He will swim on a star
How beautiful you are
And if it's a girl, she will be called Future
Her name said tonight
Already scares
She will be different, beautiful like a star
You will be in miniature
But don't stop, I still want to kiss you
Close your eyes, don't turn back
Here the whole world seems made of glass
And it's falling apart like an old nativity scene
More, move faster, more, blessed
Higher, in the silence among the clouds, higher
Until we reach the moon, yes the moon
But this moon is not as beautiful as you, this moon
It's an American skirt
So let's put ourselves side by side, higher
You drive, I'm tired, higher
Among the rockets and a heartbeat, higher
I'm sure there's the sun
But what sun is it, an ice hat
This sun is an iron chain
Without love, love, love, love
Slowly now beats slower
Hello, how are you
I feel your heart
Your eyes so beautiful I've never seen
But now don't turn around
I still want to look at you
Don't turn your head
Where are your hands
We wait for the light to return
To hear a voice
We wait without fear, tomorrow