В колонках играет - Sting - Fields of Gold

You need so little in this life, seems like a small sign of attention is enough to make you happy, high and crazy. But then it suddenly grows to something bigger and finishes in the ass. Who the fuck is that ass? Is it right or is it wrong? We'll see, all i know is these are the right words to finish the day, with the help of Mr. Sting:

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in the fields of gold.............................................
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......................................and it just goes on...