Текст песни Бэн Бакстэр - На свежем воздухе

And light gold dust
Sun grass cover .
From the bright passion I die,
In the barn, like a demon to drag .

I dragged you into the paradise
And beg and beg ,
I whisper in your ear my words -
Swallow your soul ...
With my own eyes…
And good hands ...

There is no end to where there is no beginning.
In the maelstrom of the sweet on a note space ,
We are like water , standing on the ground ,
Or by the fire among the summer wind .
Stars reveal to us ,
After sexual intercourse ,
And we were there -
Where any dirt disappears ...