So she took her love for to gaze awhile, upon the fields of barley!
In his arms she fell as her hair came down, among the fields of gold...
Will you stay with me, will you be my love?
Among the fields of barley, we'll forget the sun in his jealous sky, as we lie in the fields of gold.
See the west wind move like a lover so, upon the fields of barley!
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth, among the fields of gold...
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Gdzie jesteś?
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