I feel the new land, i fly around of stars, i in other reality, to slide, fly and float, Around of roses. i feel the new land, i fly around of roses, i fhere where never will be us. i fly around of roses, i fhere where never will be us. it is better, than sex baby! it is better, than sex! it is better, than sex baby! it is better, than sex! The small injection and reason is free! i feel the new land, it is better, than sex baby! it is better, than sex! it is better, than sex baby! it is better, than sex! i fly around of myself, Arrows have stood on number twelve