Cumulonimbus forms The mornings down here are warm The smuggler has his charm Smoking in the dawn Under the Arctic sun The submarines make their runs The high-flying planes look on The endgame has begun Voce e muito gostosa Mas tenho namorada ja Land of the Morning Calm Land of the Rising Sun Land of the Atom Bomb Tigers of Elam Hey, o mundo caiou bem I wonder maybe If you could do the same