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Translation
Above the Atlantic Ocean with a Concorde
[Part 1]
Our dream of the paradise are valued in degree Celsius
Memories almost exactly abstractly reconstructed
We value feeling on multi-dimensional scales
Orbs become indices for the search of happiness
Hello, I don't follow any of your travel routes
I don't want to book a "Sagrotan" (sanitizer) sterilised freedom
I shout that, and book budget airlines, yeah, saved money
How expensive is "it" that turns your life into an adventure
Do I want to go sailing or cast anchor on my vacation
Tell me how many lives I can put into 14 days
Staking everything on one card (map) or having a navigation system
I want own memories instead of chasing others'
We simply want some quality of living
And so we stand on the gate, every kilometre counts
Because we need to get away from here, as far as the jet fuel takes us
But maybe the wanderlust is simply longing for ourselves
And maybe I have my head in the clouds (have my heads in the clouds)
And maybe I arrived
At the point I always wanted to be
My own time zone, my tomorrow, my yesterday
I put suitcases full of frustration on the baggage belt
[Hook]
And when you see how the airplane disappears
Do you still dream of sitting inside
Gone from here with the supersonic speed
of a Concorde above the Atlantic Ocean
And when you see how the airplane disappears
Do you still dream of sitting inside
Gone from here with the supersonic speed
of a Concorde above the Atlantic Ocean
Above the Atlantic Ocean
Above the Atlantic Ocean
Above the Atlantic Ocean
[Part 2]
Ehy, the roots I put down become deeper every day
I'm not getting anywhere, want to get away, but rather only talk about it
Whatever, in the end, I stay in my city, anyway
I'm here but my thoughts take place somewhere else
Would like to be everywhere but here in this room
Dancing on the wedding, but never with the bride
I want to ride every horse, but never too far
Yes, I saw the world, but that's not enough for me
I become restless and look for trouble, like a tiger in a cage
But instead of bars there is infinite meat
Infinitely free, welcome to my realm
I can start from scratch wherever I want, a privilege, I know
Take the chance or stay on the couch
I always want to be gone when no one needs me here
So I flee, or travel around
I keep telling myself I do both until all doubts are silent
[Hook]
And when you see how the airplane disappears
Do you still dream of sitting inside
Gone from here with the supersonic speed
of a Concorde above the Atlantic Ocean
And when you see how the airplane disappears
Do you still dream of sitting inside
Gone from here with the supersonic speed
of a Concorde above the Atlantic Ocean
Above the Atlantic Ocean
Above the Atlantic Ocean
Above the Atlantic Ocean
Above the Atlantic Ocean
[Outro]
And maybe I have my head in the clouds (have my heads in the clouds)
And maybe I arrived
At the point I always wanted to be
My own time zone, my tomorrow, my yesterday
I put suitcases full of frustration on the baggage belt
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