Tekster: The Iry. 1965.

they destroy our world together while we pray
send our souls so far from heaven we drift away

but inside we cry out
there is nothing left for me
i know now i lost it all

live all my world forever while we pray
try to sell our souls in sevens and start a play

the time is the time now
i'll be your rope to pull you through
but nothing can stop us now
cause there's no dona just like you

we'll hang our heads together while we sway
we'll through our hands high up towards heaven and scream hurray

somehow in some life i knew i belonged with you
i know that i've got it all cause you're my beladona too