Oke naja dan laat ik hem voor de rest staan hier
want volgens mij hoort het niet
succes ermee.
What is in this wine?
The more I drink the more I wander off
Into a stranger's eyes
I like the way that they reflect my thoughts
What is in this air?
It feels like feathery dust everywhere
And as I breathe it in
I breathe the masculine scent of his skin