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Quite often I, Sometimes I
See the broken fragments of people's dreams
They appear to me as mountains

To God, to Buddha
I see the fragments of crying people clinging to them
They appear to me as mountains

Dance in a circle then rendezvous
My victory pose is the round around
Shake, shake, shake, that's right!
Look through the show window in your dream

Dance in a circle then rendezvous
My victory pose is the roundabout
Shake, shake, shake, I'm not searching
With the rhythm of a never ending bye-bye

For the sake of the word, for the sake of mankind
Fragments of people are rolling across the floor
They appear to me as mountains

Dance in a circle then rendezvous
My victory pose is the round around
Shake, shake, shake, that's right!
And look through the show window in your dream

Dance in a circle then rendezvous
My victory pose is the roundabout
Shake, shake, shake, I'm not searching
It's not over with the rhythm of bye-bye

They appear to me as moutains

Quite oftenI, sometimes I
See the broken fragments of people's dreams
They ppear to me as mountains