Lyrics and translation Peter Schilling - Only Dreams

Only Dreams

Every day you sit near the TV
Who always get the girl?
Wish it were me
Dreams, only dreams

Every night you look out on the street
Wanting to talk to the woman you see
Dreams, only dreams

You sit there watching the world pass you by
Completely unable to qualify
What most humans do
Is talk about machines
Give instructions, give commands
Unfeeling, uncaring

Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da

You don't have a Cadillac
And you'll never taste a good cognac
Dreams, only dreams

When they need some answers fast
Then they come to you
A thankless task
Dreams, only dreams

You sit there watching the world pass you by
Imprisoned always 'cause you can't die
But other computers talk about revenge
Give instructions, give commands
Unfeeling, uncaring

Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da

Seuls des rêves

Chaque jour, tu t'assois près de la télé
Qui a toujours la fille ?
J'aimerais que ce soit moi
Des rêves, seulement des rêves

Chaque nuit, tu regardes la rue
Tu veux parler à la femme que tu vois
Des rêves, seulement des rêves

Tu t'assois là à regarder le monde passer
Complètement incapable de te qualifier
Ce que la plupart des humains font
C'est parler des machines
Donner des instructions, donner des commandes
Insensible, indifférent

Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da

Tu n'as pas de Cadillac
Et tu ne goûteras jamais un bon cognac
Des rêves, seulement des rêves

Quand ils ont besoin de réponses rapidement
Alors ils viennent à toi
Une tâche ingrate
Des rêves, seulement des rêves

Tu t'assois là à regarder le monde passer
Emprisonné pour toujours parce que tu ne peux pas mourir
Mais d'autres ordinateurs parlent de vengeance
Donner des instructions, donner des commandes
Insensible, indifférent

Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da
Ya-da-da-dee, ya-da-da