I... Turn it on, turn it on, turn it on again Turn it on, turn it on, turn it on again I can see another face Turn it on, turn it on, turn it on again
Turn it on, turn it on, turn it on again Turn it on, turn it on, turn it on again (I can see another face, I can see your another face) Turn it on,
It's one o'clock and time for lunch When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench I can always hear them talk There's always been Ethel "Jacob, wake
feet The wool is soft and warm Gives off some kind of heat A salamander scurries Into flame to be destroyed Imaginary creatures Are trapped in birth on
Tradução: Génesis. Turn It On Again ".
