Lirieke:
Waters Roger Breathe

hill Far, far away There is a field of blossom and bees and new mown hay Breathe in the air Breathe in the air Breathe in the air Breathe in the air

Vertaling: Waters, Roger. Asem te haal.

dress blew up over her head I said, would you like to come with me? She said something foreign under her breath [Woman:] "(foreign words)" And the sun

[Breathing] Sea shell and stone Surf rushes forward to feel the shingle with fingers of foam Search for the gold Over the landscape the mouth of a lifeline

No thoughts to think No tears to cry All sucked dry Down to the very last breath Bartender what is wrong with me? Why am I so out of breath? The captain

, but it's sinking And racing around to come up behind you again And the sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older Shorter of breath and one

Listen, hey yo, I'm lost on the road, then nowhere to go Two thousand miles from home, my life is a show On a plane, in a van, my click got contraband Water

Listen, hey yo, I'm lost on the road, then nowhere to go Two thousand miles from home, my life is a show On a plane, in a van, my click got contraband Water