i was a lovely cloud of bed
you were my girl, little friend
i was a green boy tedy-bear
you were pinkfloyd anywere
(for that moments) our lifes go to the future
and (that times) our death goes to the hell
for that planet of my head, run through the jungle
for that whisper of my shoes, run through the night
little girlfriend, little girlfriend
my brains, my troops, mains will dead
little girlfriend, little girlfriend
my guns, my cooks, my harms will bad