A breathless drive on a down town street
A motor bike ride in the mid-day heat
The dust that hung from the desert skies
Run though we'd run, it still burned our eyes
Oh yes we ma
tc tc kato ne ti xaresva i nemoje6 da oceni6 pesenta , nedei pisa prostotii ... taq muzika se e slu6ala i suzdavala o6te kogato si bil/a mrusna misul v glavata na ba6ta si taka 4e po dobre si zamul4i ... : @@@@@