Sitting under a parasol
And drinkin' all that's cool
And you keep silent despite all I say
Now you blinked with your eyes
Your eyes - like a blue-green sky
On a saturday afternoon
All is so lazy and slow
I'm waiting for something to move
Something in my self
Something in your self
Something that is between us
On the south the hell of war
Hell of war goes on
And here is calm, quickly, quickly
At least for a little while
To enjoy this strain
To enjoy this strain
Until all will be over
All will be over
Nobody knows what will happen
I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you again
Before
Somebody spoil this thing
And tears off everything
Then hell will come to this strain...
Nobody know what will happen
Something in my self
Something in your self
Something that is between us
Before
Somebody spoil this thing
And tears off everything
Then hell will come to this strain...
Roll another one... |
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