Текст песни 1982 - English Version - Francois & the Atlas Mountains

No chance you'll find me
No chance you'll ever find me
Hiding and resting
No chance you'll ever find me
In cities thrown about
Films sets, props and lights
Turned on, always bright
To make sure one keeps cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha-chances

While in silence I'm sleeping
Those of them were marching
Sealed the strangest deals
Money slipped through the cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-chance

And they'll never have enough
No stops

Keep kicking the same kick
Over every hill
They will never have enough
No stops

Blue drinks sipping on pills
I'm never sleep

Meanwhile I've wished
For glory, wish
Has brought a dream
The orange light was dimmed
You'll have to dig deeper within

To reach my dream
No chance you'll ever find it
Sleep over it
No chance you'll ever find it