And cause never was the reason for the evening
Non è mai stata questa, la ragione di quella sera
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
Né del tropico di Sir Galahad
So please believe in me
Quindi per favore, credimi
When I say I′m spinning round, round, round, round
When I say I′m spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain'd bright colors
Vetro fumè tinto di colori accesi
Image going down, down, down, down
Un'immagine va giù, giù, giù, giù
Soaps a green like bubble
Come una bolla di sapone verdastra
Oh Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
Oh Oz non hai mai dato nulla all'Uomo di Latta
That he didn't, didn′t already have
That he didn't, didn′t already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Non è mai stata questa, la ragione di quella sera
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
Né del tropico di Sir Galahad
When I say I′m spinning round, round, round, round
When I say I′m spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain'd bright colors
Vetro fumè tinto di colori accesi
Image going down, down, down, down
Un'immagine va giù, giù, giù, giù
Soaps a green like bubble
Come una bolla di sapone verdastra
No, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
No, Oz non diede mai niente all'uomo latta
That he didn′t, didn't already have
That he didn′t, didn't already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Non è mai stata questa, la ragione di quella sera
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
Né del tropico di Sir Galahad