Voce

Cumulonimbus forms

The mornings down here are warm

The smuggler has his charm

Smoking in the dawn

Under the Arctic sun

The submarines make their runs

The high-flying planes look on

The endgame has begun

Voce e muito gostosa

Mas tenho namorada ja

Land of the Morning Calm

Land of the Rising Sun

Land of the Atom Bomb

Tigers of Elam

Hey, o mundo caiou bem

I wonder maybe

If you could do the same