Hudba: Jan Bárta
Text: Jan Bárta
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We are standing in the front of your house,
and were standing, we are talking,
maybe we are a bit kissing.
We're not justifing things that we've done,
and what we're doing till red morning,
till the rising of the sun.
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But you fear that your grandma's watching,
yes your fear that your grandma's seen,
yes, you fear that your grandma's watching,
how your jeans are getting green,
how your jeans are getting green,
how your jeans are getting off.
We are lying near the fence of your house,
and were lying, we're not talking,
we are doing more than kissing.
We're not worried about the passing of our time
while we breath the smell and feel the cold of
grass in which we're fading.
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