Life goes on, it gets so heavy,
The wheel breaks the butterfly. Every tear, a waterfall.
In the night, the stormy night she closed her eyes.
In the night, the stormy night away she flied.
Dreamed of para-para-paradise,
Para-para-paradise, Para-para-paradise,
Whoa-oh-oh -oh-oh…
Я, наверное, могу вечно слушать эту песню. Слушать, слушать,
слушать, и никогда не надоест. Никогда.