London, London in Gal Costa

I'm wandering round and round, nowhere to go
I'm lonely in London, London is lovely so
I cross the streets without fear
Everybody keeps the way clear
I know, I know no one here to say hello
I know they keep the way clear
And I am lonely in London without fear
I'm wondering round and round here nowhere to go

While my eyes
Go looking for flying saucers in the sky
While my eyes
Go looking for flying saucers in the sky

On Sunday, Monday, Autumn pass by me
And people hurry on so peacefully
A group approaches a policeman
He seems so pleased to please them
It's good at least to live and I agree
He seems so pleased at least
And it's so good to live in peace and
Sunday, Monday years and I agree

While my eyes
Go looking for flying saucers in the sky
While my eyes
Go looking for flying saucers in the sky

I don't know what I left so far away
I don't think, I don't ask and I don't pray
I do not want to make a mess
And I know about nothing that possess
I came around to say yes, and I say
I do not want to make a mess
And I know about nothing that possess
I came around to say yes, and I say

While my eyes
Go looking for flying saucers in the sky
While my eyes
Go looking for flying saucers in the sky