Lyrics

What is squirming in the sand? Please don't kill me Meditate and no one can Please don't kill me Life ends Too bad In a tiny box wooden clad Lips move up and down in the same Ulicka, ulicka Met left and began in a way Ulicka, ulicka We sure can't prepare anything Ulicka, ulicka Lips move up and down in the same Ulicka, ulicka, ulicka Tell me I don't know the way Please don't kill me Very hot and far away Please don't kill me Sun plays higher still In the scheme of things I always will Blessed I am feeling light Please don't kill me When the belly button sees the light Please don't kill me Ice cold Fortune paid One and only lonely face