Babe, I come from another land
 
 Baby, I wanna hold your hand
 
 Yes, we are two of a kind
 
 When we are side by side
 
 Singing and living all that we really want
 
 Fell in my lips, see in my eyes
 
 Burns a fire tongue the same sunshine
 
 Hearts and minds of the people
 
 Is growing up like a tree
 
 A strong field tree of liberty
 
 There's no matther to say
 
 About flying saucers
 
 Latin America and others replays
 
 There's no matther to say
 
 But a flyng condor can be
 
 More than more than more
 
 Across the universe
 
  
  Mañanas de sol que el hombre pueblo cantará
 
 Sus ojos en el mar de otros ojos a se mezclar
 
 La Calle a brillar siempre que hermanos estrechar
 
 Estrellas estrellas estrellas
 
 Nuestras manos hacen alumbrar
  
 
 Babe, I come from another land
 
 Baby, I wanna hold you hand