The moon is the same moon above you,
a glow with its cool evening light.
But shining at night, Indonesia,
never does it shine so bright.
The stars are a glow in the heavens,
none of the wise understand.
But shining at night, Indonesia,
I'll guide you through the desert land.
Words filled with delicate,
exotic to behold, each night's a different
night in words and soul.
Moon is the same moon above you,
a glow with its cool evening light.
But shining at night, Indonesia,
I'll never do the time.
I'll never do the time.
I think positive because I'm alive,
because I'm alive.
I think positive because I'm alive,
because I'm alive.
And nothing in this world can stop me from thinking.
And nothing in this world can stop,
stop,
stop,
stop this wave that's coming,
this wave that's coming,
that's coming,
this wave that's coming,
this wave that's coming, that's coming.
I think positive,
but that doesn't mean I don't believe it.
I think positive.
I think positive because I'm alive,
because I'm alive.
married
Her
name was Lola,
she was a showgirl,
with yellow feather in her hair,
and a dress cut
down to there.
She would merengue,
and do the cha-cha,
and while she tried to be a star, turning always
turned to baroque.
From the crowded floor,
they worked from 8 till 4.
They were young and they had each other,
who could ask for more?
In the Copa,
Copa Cabana,
the hottest spot now South of Vanda.
In the Copa,
Copa Cabana,
music and fashion were
always new fashion.
In the Copa,
they fell in love.
His name was Rico,
he wore a diamond,
he was a spudger to his chair,
he's a Lola dancer
now, and when she finished,
he called her over.
But Rico went a bit too far,
turned and sailed across the bar,
and then the bouncer's crew
and chairs were smashed in two.
There was blood and a single gunshot,
but that's who shot who?
In the Copa, Copa Cabana,
the hottest spot now South of Vanda.
The moon is the same moon above you,
a glowing school in the night,
but shining at night and from Asia,
never does it turn to bright.
Stars are above when the heavens,
but only the wise understand,
that shining at night and from Asia,
can't do to the dead the same.
Well,
the fairs were jealous,
and were excited to behold,
each night a deeper night and a word ain't to sold.
The moon is the same moon above you,
a glowing school in the night,
but shining at night and from Asia,
never does it turn to bright.