Somewhere on the horizon white sails
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And caress the wave after the wave
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Slight degree in the head, tanned bodies
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On the pocket of doh * I dough
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Next to the girl lies, hooked her yesterday
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Doesn't stick a word into my Russian,
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But I made it clear that I want to hug her
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This night with her catching-catching
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To the guitar, eh! |
To the guitar, eh! |
To the guitar!
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To the guitar, eh! |
To the guitar, yeah, give it heat
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We are sailing with her on the wave, on the wave, on the wave
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Her body is trapped, trapped, trapped
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We are sailing with her on the wave, on the wave, on the wave
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Her body is trapped, trapped, trapped
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Wild coast, gentle breeze
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I'm barefoot in a hammock, this girl is playing with fire
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The body is dark chocolate, we will stay together
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And we will leave the whole world for later
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She drove me crazy, hips under
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Doesn't stick a word into my Russian,
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But I made it clear that I want to hug her
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This night with her catching-catching
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To the guitar, eh! |
To the guitar, eh! |
To the guitar!
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To the guitar, eh! |
To the guitar, yeah, give it heat
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We are sailing with her on the wave, on the wave, on the wave
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Her body is trapped, trapped, trapped
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We are sailing with her on the wave, on the wave, on the wave
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Her body is trapped, trapped, trapped
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Her body is trapped - we are at the bottom
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She smiles so sweetly at me
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We lie together with her on the sand
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I shoot in the eyes, she's all on fire
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After all, we have a new Bombay, there are no people nearby
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Yes, be brave, jump on me and everything will be ok
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Give a wave of passions, take off the underwear from the loops
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Throw the laundry off the hinges
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To the guitar, eh! |
To the guitar, eh! |
To the guitar!
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To the guitar, eh! |
To the guitar, yeah, give it heat
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We are sailing with her on the wave, on the wave, on the wave
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Her body is trapped, trapped, trapped
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We are sailing with her on the wave, on the wave, on the wave
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Her body is trapped, trapped, trapped |