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Indochina
7000 Dances
The Time Machine
(Nicola Sirkis / Dominique Nicolas)
Wow! Ooh! Ooh! Wow!
Wow! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!
From the bottom of her bed, in her sleep
She cries for him
It's Friday who only has one dream
And one desire
There is only this night to be alone with him
Forget about time and to be only his
And Friday, at 11 years old, she built herself
Her crime and her dream
She's a machine for catching up with time
And without manner she leaves the camp
Towards me in front
And I learn it and she 'loves
And from behind and in front
She will have plenty of time
And without going back
To escape forward
Fly away!
But don't cry this morning is reached
And your perfume is clandestine in my hand
But all the others who find it disgusting
Who is to blame, she is ahead of her time
And without going back
To escape forward
And from behind in front
She will have plenty of time
At the bottom of her bed, she turns around with him
There is only this night to be alone with him
But do not cry this morning is reached
And your perfume is clandestine in my hand
And take - take me for a ride
With you every day
And she took me on board
For all the nights and again
And no turning back
To escape forward
And from behind and in front
The time machine catches up...
Why are you still sleeping?
Oh but why are you still sleeping...