And again on the third of September. Autumn without the sea
Again, our indie found something, got into trouble, but he left alive
Landing fighters, with a gun again in battle, stardust just lies on the edge
Two Ferraris fly by on the road again, they burn rubber into the dust, like people are bleeding
Stop for a moment, a drop of blue water falls and bounces again, raising a column of water
And here again the gray stormtrooper flew on a mission