Run on the moon, imagine the sky full of hot air ballons
Now try, to look outside, and don't you feel chocked
By the straight plastic line
Run, run, on the moon
Run, run on the moon, run on the moon
Run, run on the moon, run on the moon
Run, run on the moon, run on the moon
Run, run on the moon, run on the moon
Run on the moon, imagine the sky full of hot air balloons
In you, there's no place for bright
And out, out of you, the plastic earth shines