Do you have some time for me
I'll sing a song for you
About ninety-nine balloons
On their way to the horizon
Maybe you're thinking of me right now
I'll sing a song for you
About ninety-nine balloons
And that stuff like this comes of that
Ninety-nine balloons
Were taken for UFOs from space
So a general sent
A fighter squadron after them
To sound the alarm if that was so
Yet there on the horizon
Only ninety-nine balloons
Ninety-nine jet fighters
Each was a mighty warrior
They thought they're Captain Kirk
There was a huge firework
The neighbors didn't get a thing
And felt provoked right away
Meanwhile they shot at the horizon
At ninety-nine balloons
Ninety-nine war ministers
Matches and gasoline cans
Thought they're clever people
Already sniffed out fat loot
Cried for war and wanted power
Man, who would've thought
That it'd ever come to this
Over ninety-nine balloons
Over ninety-nine balloons
Ninety-nine balloons
Ninety-nine years of war
Left no room for winners
There're no war ministers anymore
And no jet fighters either
Today I make my rounds
I see the world in ruins
Found a balloon
Think of you and let it fly