Yana

you have such giving ways, bring me Champagne, on my birthday, what can we do alone, without any sense of shame, lead lives all our own, wine pours down my face, like being Christened again, you fire me my Angel, why be here or gone, without a glass to drain, laughing at unknowns, choose to live not waste, our souball coloured spray, get called upon to praise, when we swim along in rhythm with the waves, those trips filled with song, so easy to celebrate.