Columpio

The tricycle is lying in the center of the yard
With the wheels up (up)
And I'm here sitting, imagining
And hallucinating on my swing
I feel everything moving around me
The world spins and spins and spins (forward and backward)
In this damn world I feel like the master and lord;
The world spins and spins, and the world spins and spins (forward and backward)

To fly, to float, to imagine (forward and backward)
To float without touching the ground (forward and backward)
I don't get tired of hallucinating (forward and backward)

And on a swing you can hallucinate
That you travel through the cosmos at great speed.
The swing is a drug that I can't quit;
It doesn't stain the teeth, nor dries the throat
It doesn't leave red eyes and the nose doesn't bleed
The only effect is that it makes you hallucinate
And you look at crazy things forward and backward (forward and backward)

To fly, to float, to imagine (forward and backward)
To float without touching the ground (forward and backward)
I don't get tired of hallucinating (forward and backward)