And do you hear it, from afar br the melody, so sweet and sad? br It is not I who picked the star br but it is good and I am glad br to stand here in the desert sand br where all is gray and rather bland. br br And gusty winds play silly games br the distant range beckons and frames br just me and rolls of spinifex br I dream of you and all night sex br while butterflies and birds with wings br from far away bring lovely things. br br Your music destined for my ears br has now arrived but no one hears br the love that holds your words together br when light and pretty, like a feather br your pledge embraces me to hold br and warms a heart that was so cold. br br You mentioned then that distant stars br which all are children of Old Mars br will gladly be the in between br a star, you said, can then be seen br when our heart is open for br the lover from that distant shore. br br So here we stand, just holding hands br have no more wishes or demands br what would you think of at this hour br perhaps a special, fragrant flower? br Oh no, I say. I will repeat br this lovely girl smells just as sweet.