If It Is To Be, It Is Up To Me
"If it is to be, it is up to me" (Repeats)
"And as we sail, blows wild the gale" (Repeats)
Sweet flows the water, yellow as royal piss
Speech turns to stammer, your lips are too tight to kiss
I've never seen rabbits looking as scared as this
"And as we sail, blows wild the gale" (Repeats)
A five times champion wouldn't row as fast
Caught in the eddies between future and past
Blowing a hurricane from the Royal arse
"And as we sail, blows wild the gale" (Repeats)
"If it is to be, it is up to me" (Repeats)
Si ha de ser, depende de mí
Si ha de ser, depende de mí
"Y mientras navegamos, sopla fuerte el vendaval" (Repite)
Fluye dulce el agua, amarilla como la orina real
El habla se convierte en tartamudeo, tus labios están demasiado apretados para besar
Nunca he visto conejos tan asustados como estos
"Y mientras navegamos, sopla fuerte el vendaval" (Repite)
Un campeón cinco veces no remaría tan rápido
Atrapado en los remolinos entre el futuro y el pasado
Soplando un huracán desde el trasero real
"Y mientras navegamos, sopla fuerte el vendaval" (Repite)
"Si ha de ser, depende de mí" (Repite)