She grows her hair long, she grows her hair long All winter And I’ll never get bored, I’ll never get bored I’ll send her
Fruits, love, sexual flood, giants patience potion, blood Lips touch, capture queen, wings shake, burning skin But the taste of your kiss, always passes so fast
Season of silence It’s a season of silence And the birds are quiet, and the birds are quiet, Is it wrong or right? When the birds are quiet, It’s a season of silence
And I grow my hair long, I grow my hair long For summer And we’re moving along, we’re moving along Together