Maple Bee - Rare Colours текст песни

Well, I'm walking and I'm breathing
And I'm counting the rare colours
Open white rim of the moonlight
She's throwing bright lines of rare colours

Rare colours more, rare colours more, rare colours more
Rare colours more, rare colours more, rare colours more

Open lily, reflect the sunlight
She's making bright lines of rare colour
Open moth wing through the moonlight
Watch her dancing the rare colours

Rare colours more, rare colours more, rare colours more
Rare colours more, rare colours more, rare colours more

Well, I'm walking and I'm breathing
And I'm counting the rare colours

Rare colours more, rare colours more, rare colours more
Rare colours more, rare colours more, rare colours more

Well, I'm walking and I'm breathing
And I'm counting the rare colours
Well, I'm walking and I'm breathing
And I'm counting the rare colours

Rare colours