I think I think I am Therefore I am I think Ofcourse you are my bright little star I've miles and miles of files, pretty files of your forefather's fruit
Traduction: The Moody Blues. In The Beginning.
Cold-hearted orb that rules the night, Removes the colours from our sight. Red is grey and yellow white, But we decide which is right. And which is an
Traduction: The Moody Blues. La journée commence.