i feel the new land, i fly around of stars, i in other reality, to slide, fly and float, Around of roses. i feel the new land, i fly around of roses, i fhere where never will be us. i fly around of roses, i fhere where never will be us. it is better, than  baby! it is better, than ! it is better, than  baby! it is better, than ! The small injection and reason is free! i feel the new land, it is better, than  baby! it is better, than ! it is better, than  baby! it is better, than ! i fly around of myself, Arrows have stood on number twelve