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我是...

有時後我覺得自己像一隻小小鳥
想要飛 卻怎麼樣也飛不高
也許有一天我棲上枝頭 卻成為獵人的目標
我飛上了青天才發現自己 從此無依無靠

每次到了夜深人靜的時後我總是睡不著
我懷疑是不是只有我的明天會有變得更好
未來會怎樣究竟有誰會知道
幸福是否只是一種傳說 我永遠都找不到

Time goes by

Moonlight and love songs never out the date
Hearts full of passion, jealousy and hate
Woman needs man and man must have his mate
That no one can deny

I can fly

See I was on the verge of breaking down
Sometimes silence can seem so loud
There are miracles in life I must achieve
But first I know it starts inside of me

I believe I can fly
I believe I can touch the sky
I think about it every night and day
Spread my wings and fly away
I believe I can soar
I see me slipping through that closing door
I believe I can fly

Phatom

Why so silent, good messieurs?
Did you think that I had left you for good?
Have you missed me, good messieurs?

I have written you an Software!
(He takes from under his robe an enormous bound
manuscript)

Here I bring the finished codes -
"Don Juan Triumphant" !
(He throws it to ANDRE)

I advise you to compile -
my instructions should be clear -

Remember there are worse things
than a shattered chandelier . . .