[♪ Music begins playing ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ [♪ Music continues playing ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ It seemed to someone it was passing by the suburbs of Paris around the year 1945 Shortly after traces of its flight appeared in Rome It also is certain that from the Antilles flew a day so high that its shade covered full towns caressed the mountains and the rivers crossed over the waves jumped to other continents It seemed Oh, come with me to where I live Years later an illustrious professor deduced from some feathered feathers found between blood near a rosebush in Southeast Asia that there was her in the place and time of anger Not in the place of the pact not in the place of renunciation never in the domain of conformity where life is never doubled ever doubled
