Waltz in E-Major, Op. 15 "Moon Waltz"
The last time our module would ring you
Like a lunar bell
I'll see you on the Moon until we meet at Tycho
And follow the trail
Synodic season to come out of hiding
Why'd it take so long?
Inching out of orbit dividing
Where did I go wrong?
I'll see you on the Moon
Where we're throwing a party
And as you're gasping for the last of air
You'll tra-la-la-la-la
You give me fifty-nine percent from libration
We dance in synchronous rotation
The image we see of you has been
Just a little late
There is no atmosphere to wear down any sharpness
It's not how long you wait
Synodic season to come out of hiding
Why'd it take so long?
Inching out of orbit dividing
Where did I go wrong?
A wise woman said I'm alive
Nobody's ever told her she's wrong
A paella of space-talking jive
I'm as alive as her beard is long!
I'll see you on the Moon
Where we're throwing a party
And as you're gasping for the last of air
You'll tra-la-la-la-la
Twirling moondust abound
Lung destruction is starting
Take your suit off and swim in Maria!
I'll see you on the Moon
There's already a party
And as you're gasping for the last of air
You'll tra-la-la- la-la
No es la locura
En realidad es el amor
Now that you've heard it all
There is the door!
Like a lunar bell
I'll see you on the Moon until we meet at Tycho
And follow the trail
Synodic season to come out of hiding
Why'd it take so long?
Inching out of orbit dividing
Where did I go wrong?
I'll see you on the Moon
Where we're throwing a party
And as you're gasping for the last of air
You'll tra-la-la-la-la
You give me fifty-nine percent from libration
We dance in synchronous rotation
The image we see of you has been
Just a little late
There is no atmosphere to wear down any sharpness
It's not how long you wait
Synodic season to come out of hiding
Why'd it take so long?
Inching out of orbit dividing
Where did I go wrong?
A wise woman said I'm alive
Nobody's ever told her she's wrong
A paella of space-talking jive
I'm as alive as her beard is long!
I'll see you on the Moon
Where we're throwing a party
And as you're gasping for the last of air
You'll tra-la-la-la-la
Twirling moondust abound
Lung destruction is starting
Take your suit off and swim in Maria!
I'll see you on the Moon
There's already a party
And as you're gasping for the last of air
You'll tra-la-la- la-la
No es la locura
En realidad es el amor
Now that you've heard it all
There is the door!
Credits
Writer(s): Bora Karaca
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