S.O.S.

Today is Sunday
Mass and beach
Indigo sky
There's blood in the newspaper
Flags on Zil Avenue

Behind the sad
Beautiful south zone
Everything is going well
Ants that traffic
Without reason

And from the window
Of these boarding rooms
I, like a vector
Calmly try
A transmutation

Oh! Oh! Sir!
From the Flying Saucer
Take me with you
Wherever you go
Oh! Oh! Sir!
But don't leave me here
While I know there are
So many stars out there

I've been praying to
Totems and Jesus
Never looked at the sky
My Flying Saucer beyond

I've been a monkey
On glacial Sundays
Colossal Atlantas
That I didn't know
How to use

And in the messages
That keep coming non-stop
No one, no one can notice
They're too busy
To think

Oh! Oh! Sir!
From the Flying Saucer
Take me with you
Wherever you go
Oh! Oh! Sir!
But don't leave me here
While I know there are
So many stars out there

While I know there are
So many stars out there!
While I know there are
So many stars out there!