You like to see from the heights
I have the skin of the olive
Your calmness while walking
Of the secrets of your mouth
That cannot be pronounced
Pretty sky, be careful that nothing happens
And the rhythm is frantic
And the rhythm is frantic
Your calmness while walking
Of the secrets of your mouth
That cannot be pronounced
You like to see from the heights
You like to see from the heights
You like to see from the heights
You like to see from the heights