Imperial Zeppelin (chris Judge Smith) — текст песни (hammill peter)

Pack your bags, we`re leaving
earth, where hate is seething;
nothing`s worth believing....
There`s no time, make up your mind!
Imperial Zeppelin....
Quick, the engines are turning,
cabin lights are burning,
now there`s no returning....
We`ll have love a mile above...
Imperial Zeppelin, Imperial Zeppelin, Imperial Zeppelin!
We, the undersigned, being of sound mind,
hereby do declare:
`We henceforth pledge ourselves unto the power
of the Upper Air.`
Doesn`t that sound simply super,
Zeppelin visions of the future?
Of course we all know very well
it wouldn`t work, but what the hell -
every dice deserves a throw,
and when we get back home below
we can say we had a go!
Overboard we are throwing
seeds of love we are sowing,
hope to God they`re growing....
Flying high across the sky:
Imperial Zeppelin!
We will try to do some good,
I don`t know why we really should,
I only wish that we could!
Down below they`ll see and know all about
Imperial Zeppelin!
Imperial Zeppelin!
Imperial Zeppelin!