I passed the night in a night club With a man with long, long hairs He came from somewhere Had ... from Spain, to tell his life And he told me when he was A pilot of aeroplanes Such as the time, that says long been To drink the wine Wrong voice is in my head You got a stomach ache Do you choose that's the regret Don't you think, that's the time to come on And he told me that one day He's gone too much near the sun And his poor eyes Were fall from the sky To obscurity After all, he has took me To ask me a question He wants to know, if the sun has ceased to shine, Wrong voice is in my head You got a stomach ache Do you choose that's the regret Don't you think, that's the time, there time.