My foggy illusion gives odd songs to the world.
My illusion is starving and will bind us together, beak-to-beak
Wingflappers attack
And I am mumbling - la-la-la

Refrain.
Blow the trumpets, tearing lips
We don't give damn about sunrises
I am a bee of white powder
And I am not around

My illusion is a broom, it blows up your mind
It leaves enough to you so let's breathe it now
Wingflappers attack!
And I am mumbling - la-la-la


Refrain.
Blow the trumpets, tearing lips
We don't give damn about sunrises
I am a bee of white powder
And I am not around


I am a ghost of white Moon saliva, 
I am a spirit,  but the material, 
honey-scented ghost
My illusion - my ships will brush away years,
styles and fashions
Wingflappers attack
And I am mumbling - la-la-la


Refrain.
Blow the trumpets, tearing lips
We don't give damn about sunrises
I am a bee of white powder
And I am not around