我们试著用心目中的印度音乐去描绘那个真实存在却像是一场梦的爱情故事
那个爱冲浪的女孩没有再出现过 她说为了我去了一趟印度 还带了一把西塔琴要送我 我们想像著她美丽的身影 在日落的恒河边 愉快的跳著舞
Shinny sunny baby
My angel is surfing
I am no dreaming
Your sweat dropping
While love making
It tasted like honey
So fucking sweet indeed
You delight my soul
You put me under spell
Dreadful charm of yours
Eating me alive
Gradually I realize
You are no longer mine
By the saint river
My baby is dancing
under the mysterious sunset
India, you told me
that you would like to being
Left me in hollow
I wish I could follow
And dispel all the sorrow
By the saint river
My baby is dancing
under the mysterious sunset