She is long gone, I see the kissing by the …
They take their shoes on 
The tripped on, she is my goal 
Their walking slowly through the sand 
They cross me laughing hand in hand 
Uuh and we feel great, I hope that you believe me 
We are the great drops calling wind 
You will see try and to escape, human fall 
Wishing at least whisper walk in sand 
I see the …by the …taje their shoes off and be 
Their walking slowly through the sand 
They cross me laughing hand in hand