Hey, Eugene Hey, Eugene This is Henry McClean This is Henry McClean Hey, Eugene, And I've finished my beautiful flying machine And I've finished my beautiful flying machine Este es Henry McClean And I'm ringing to say And I'm ringing to say Y he terminado mi bella máquina de volar That I'm leaving and maybe That I'm leaving and maybe Y estoy de llamada a decir You'd like to fly with me You'd like to fly with me Que me voy y tal vez And hide with me, baby And hide with me, baby ¿Quiere volar conmigo Isn't it strange Isn't it strange Y ocultan de mí, bebé How little we change How little we change Isn't it sad we're insane Isn't it sad we're insane ¿No es extraño Playing the games that we know and in tears Playing the games that we know and in tears ¡Qué poco cambiamos The games we've been playing for thousands and thousands and The games we've been playing for thousands and thousands and ¿No es triste que estamos locos Pointing to the cosmic glider Pointing to the cosmic glider Jugar los juegos que conocemos y en las lágrimas Pull this plastic glider higher Pull this plastic glider higher Los juegos que hemos estado tocando para miles y miles y .... Light the fuse and stand right back Light the fuse and stand right back He cried, This is my last good-bye He cried, This is my last good-bye Refiriéndose a la vela cósmica Point me at the sky and tell it fly Point me at the sky and tell it fly "Tire de esta vela de plástico superior Point me at the sky and tell it fly Point me at the sky and tell it fly Prender la mecha y estamos de vuelta " Point me at the sky and tell it fly Point me at the sky and tell it fly Lloró "Este es mi último adiós." And if you survive till two thousand and five And if you survive till two thousand and five I hope you're exceedingly thin I hope you're exceedingly thin Punto de mí en el cielo y decirle volar For if you are stout you will have to breathe out For if you are stout you will have to breathe out Punto de mí en el cielo y decirle volar While the people around you breathe in While the people around you breathe in Punto de mí en el cielo y decirle volar People pressing on might say People pressing on might say It's something that I hate to say It's something that I hate to say Y si sobreviven hasta dos mil cinco I'm slipping down to eat the ground I'm slipping down to eat the ground Espero que estés muy delgada A little refuge on my brain A little refuge on my brain Porque si son fuertes, tendrá que exhala Point me at the sky and tell it fly Point me at the sky and tell it fly Mientras que la gente alrededor de usted respira Point me at the sky and tell it fly Point me at the sky and tell it fly Point me at the sky and tell it fly Point me at the sky and tell it fly La gente podría decir presionando And all we've got to say to you is good-bye And all we've got to say to you is good-bye Es algo que me gusta decir It's time to go, better run and get your bags, it's good-bye It's time to go, better run and get your bags, it's good-bye Me estoy resbalando a comer el terreno Nobody cry, it's good-bye Nobody cry, it's good-bye Un pequeño refugio en mi cerebro Crash, crash, crash, crash, good-bye Crash, crash, crash, crash, good-bye