Red, red, like the lateritic soil Zebra shadow on the old wooden floor I met you under the leaves of a banana tree Blessed are you who come in the name of the world
Washed out are the colors of the flag I see in the morning through the windows of my car You're the symbol of a lost paradise Don't let the rain erase you before my coming back
Sweet and sour, as the dish on the stove As the memories that took control of my thoughts They're too sweet to be true and too sour to be kept Let me live again, as if nothing happened
Lie down on this frayed hammock chair Wait for the moths to gather around the light bulb Former intruders are now part of your world Open your house to nature and your mind to adventureTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
