Letra de Ameriqua

I feel some strange, when I think of America... What a look, the sea is so violently strange so many fish swimming on it the green sun is rising in front of it makes me feel like the last man on earth Step aside and take a look at what is left behind only fear, sorrow and pain the green sun is bursting the athmosphere burning men scraeming prayers for rain I turn back 'cos my oxygene's low I run home just following the stairs and I see, yes I see that it's really impossible to get hold of the banister ... in America