Pump, pump, give me a pump
Pump, pump, give me a pump
Pump, pump, give me a pump

Stay here, you bastard place
Out of the world and increasingly hidden
Stay here, silent friend
As if you were a beautiful empty dress
I want to get away from here
Pump, pump, give me a pump
Because I feel like a balloon
Pump, pump, alright, give me a pump
I want to fly over the alpine sky
Stay here on the railing
It's getting late and soon it will be evening
Stay here, with a tired soul
Among all these nervous white people
I want to get away, from here

Pump, pump, give me a pump
Because I feel like a balloon
Pump, pump, give me a pump
I want to fly over the alpine sky

If I were an airplane
That makes a round trip, uh da da
I would paint rainbows
That cheer up the world, uh da da
Take me away far, on velvet wings, uhm babe
Because I'm very cold and I'm lost

Come on junkie, move it
Come on junkie, let's move it
Because it's getting late and I'm leaving here

Pump, pump, give me a pump
Because I feel like a balloon
Pump, pump, give me a pump
I want to sing with grandpa Pino

If I were an airplane
That makes a round trip, uh da da
I would paint rainbows
That cheer up the world, uh da da
Take me away far, on velvet wings, uhm babe
Because I'm very cold and I'm lost

Come on, as you can see
You can also fly with fake wings
Come on, because the sun is missing
Among all these nervous white people
I want to get away, from here

Pump, pump, give me a pump
Because I feel like a balloon
Pump, pump, give me a pump
I want to fly over the alpine sky

Pump, pump, give me a pump
Because I feel like Irene
Pump, pump, give me a pump
You could at least love me

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