You and I in a little toy shop, buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got. Set them free at the break of dawn 'Til one by one they were gone. Back at base, bugs in the software; flash the message, something's out there. Floating in the summer sky, ninety-nine red balloons go by. Ninety-nine red balloons, floating in the summer sky. Panic bells, it's red alert, there's something here from somewhere else. The war machine springs to life, opens up one eager eye. Focusing it on the sky, as ninety-nine red balloons go by. Ninety-nine decisions treat, ninety-nine ministers meet. To worry, worry, super scurry call out the troops now in a hurry. This is what we've waited for, this is it, boys, this is war. The President is on the line, as ninety-nine red balloons go by. Neunundneunzig Kriegsminister Streichholz und Benzinkanister Hielten sich for schlaue Leute Witterten schon fette Beute Riefen: Krieg und wollten Macht Mann, wer hotte das gedacht? Da es einmal so weit kommt Wegen neunundneunzig Luftballons Neunundneunzig Luftballons. Ninety-nine dreams I have had and every one a red balloon. It's all over, and I'm standing pretty, in the dust that was a city. I could find a souvenir just to prove the world was here .Here it is, a red balloon I think of you and let it go.