1982 (English Version)

No chance you'll find me
No chance you'll ever find me
Hiding & resting no chance you'll ever find me

Away from cities thrown about
Films sets props and lights
Turned on always bright
To make sure one keeps cha-cha-cha cha-cha-cha-chatting

While in silence I'm sleeping
Those of them who are marching
Seal the strangest deals
Money slips through their cha-cha-cha cha-cha-cha-chatting

They will never take a break
No break
Keep kicking the same kick
Over every hit
They will never have enough
No stop
Pouring in blue drinks and sip
And never sleep

Meanwhile I've reached
The orange hue in which
Was born a dream in which
The lights were dim

You'd have to dig
Deeper
Within

To reach my dream
No chance you'll ever find it
I'm sleeping over it
No chance you'll ever find it