(Music: T. Mewes; Lyrics: Marta Jandová)

Look out In the morning And you never see the sky
You know it Already It is boring you to fly

I want more

All the time

Everyday

I say I wana get high again Never like that
before I wanne get high again All I say I swear
High, high I want to get high And a dry melon Can
never drop a tear Spring is over And no
refreshment near