You want me, you call me to play... to be...
Collection? Election? Or jealousy?
We are so nice together... so tenderly...
But you're so true when you are free... dear,
That's my opinion: the world is mad
On the Grand Canyon skies turning red
Another country, other places...
A plane is racing in the spaces...
But my opinion, my gentle thrill,
Is not important...
What a spinning wheel!
Another feeling to play... to be...
Wild as that deep blue sea!
You want me
To play or to be
But you call me, dear...
