Instrumental
we'll cry But we'll never grow old And we'll never die Lying on a bed With apollo in my arms Doing everything we should And being killed by her charms I've got apollo
rejoicing... Ticker-tape parades... This is the time of rejoicing... This is the time of rejoicing... This is Apollo control... This is Apollo control... This is Apollo
Traduction: Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark. Apollo XI.