Summer love, the secret kiss of
our promise tomorrow, the legs of the scallops
behind the sleep of the swamp, the garden wet from the moonlight
at the bottom of my song, the bright marbles of the
girl, lets not be afraid, the girl
, lets steal the sea,
the girl dont say no, no, no...
The smell of lemon perfume, a fragrant word in
the corner of a cozy wave, two steps to the orange of
the hot lips of the tulip, the hug of the spoon
under a simple cloud, a fallen sonnet, girl
, lets not be afraid, girl,
lets steal the sea,
girl, dont say no, no, no... The
lips of the deer, the end of the cherries
under the umbrella of jasmine, the foot of the diamond mountain with
the wet foot of the oar, the middle of the swan motel at the
end of September, the Babolsar Hotel,
the girl, lets not be afraid, the girl,
lets steal the sea, the girl.
