歌词
Cherries in my mouth
Blues on my mind
Statues of humanity
No projectiles
Garden of the seventies
Inhaling sun and yesterdays smoke
Taste of Tangerine on the tip of my tongue
Missing freedom and the world peace
Poisoned by adulthood
Please set us free
An oase in the big city
We are Young give us some space
Only freedom is holy
Holy like the garden
The garden of the seventies
It feels warmer in here
No vale of tears
Everything with care
And no goddamn fears
Garden of the seventies
An oase in the big city
We are Young give us some space
Only freedom is holy
Holy like the garden
The garden of the seventies