Dynamite Putz karam sheoba kitsch daboum. Waiting for the lady in the red balloon. Putz dada sheoba sleik dabich. Looking for a groove she stares at me, that witch Poud karoud sheoba diba duglak.
She's all that I see and all that I breathe. Take a breath and hold her in as the shadows whispering. I can hear the laughter, knowing what they're after. And while she flies beside me, a man with