Babe, I come from another land
Baby, I wanna hold your hand
Yes, we are two of a kind
When we are side by side
Singing and living all that we really want
Fell in my lips, see in my eyes
Burns a fire tongue the same sunshine
Hearts and minds of the people
Is growing up like a tree
A strong field tree of liberty
There's no matther to say
About flying saucers
Latin America and others replays
There's no matther to say
But a flyng condor can be
More than more than more
Across the universe
Mañanas de sol que el hombre pueblo cantará
Sus ojos en el mar de otros ojos a se mezclar
La Calle a brillar siempre que hermanos estrechar
Estrellas estrellas estrellas
Nuestras manos hacen alumbrar
Babe, I come from another land
Baby, I wanna hold you hand
