intro
This song sounds dramatic
But I'm bad at writing words
If you don't speak English
This probably sounds pretty good
You'd probably think I'm singing 'bout some pretty serious stuff
But in reality I'm singing 'bout the lack of stuff
hook
A perfect translation does not exist
Well, at least, not in your language
But if you must know, well, picture this
And the moon is setting also
And you're there in a gazebo
And then God descends from heaven
And he gives you a million dollars
outro
Take that feeling and put it into a song
I could translate word by word
And I've got stuff to do, grandma
I don't have time for this
You've gotta trust me, grandma
This freaking song is brilliant