Flying made of sticks and paper aeroplane Dying is the wind but climbing my aeroplane Blowing and going somewhere high In the evening tumbling down But
down, well there's people running round. But it's surely been up there. Flying my aeroplane. my aeroplane my aeroplane my aeroplane
Traduction: Jethro Tull. Avion.
comes down, well there's people running round. But it's surely been up there. Flying my aeroplane. my aeroplane my aeroplane my aeroplane
