We're super sonic piolets 
Stealing space and time 
Shot to the ground 
To reble rockets on a mission 
Playing with the speed of sound 
No gravitation frozen air is wisteling from our dead turbines 
Forever gliding is our game 
To get away on broken wings

No destination
Parading planets
No gravitation
We're wind and fire   <---????? (If incorrect, please contact me at gary@allmylove.org)
Shot to the ground
With speed of sound
Exelerate
But it's too late

No destination, no Delay
We're taking off, exelerate
Parading planets give us way
They draw the bridge
But it's too late
We're wind and fire    <---????? (If incorrect, please contact me at gary@allmylove.org)
Toxic rain drops 
Shooting through the burning sky
Abandoned cargo hits the ground
On broken wings, two piolets fly