Volando

I live on my planet
I'm no longer human
I travel in my ship, always flying high
I float like crazy, touching a little of everything

I'm out of focus, the picture's all messed up
Monday on Uranus
Tuesday on Earth
Wednesday on Neptune

I'm off to the stars
Thursday on Saturn
Friday in your hands
Saturday's a party
Sunday's for resting

Flying through the stars, I'm floating, thinking of them
Flying through the stars, I'm floating, thinking of them

Come to my planet
It's violet in color
Hop on my comet
Turn to the right

Dodging bullets
Dodging meteors
Stealing kisses
Just the two of us

Monday on Uranus
Tuesday on Earth
Wednesday on Neptune
I'm off to the stars

Thursday on Saturn
Friday in your hands
Saturday's a party
Sunday's for resting

Flying through the stars, I'm floating, thinking of them
Flying through the stars, I'm floating, thinking of them

I rise and go silent like cigarette smoke
Fading between the sky and your hair
You don't see what I see, in my ship I get dizzy
(Uf) without an engine and through the sky
Without luggage or baggage
I brought you some flowers
To ease the bitterness
Sitting on the Moon
Because the cure is already poison, and in your eyes
And in your mouth, I fall, and in your legs, I rise
I take off the suit and can't breathe, feeling the cold without a coat
When I return to where I live, the journey is the destination
The goddess of the divine awakens the sleepers

The journey is the destination

Flying through the stars, I'm floating, thinking of them.