And the wheat fields looks like Kansas in November Astrovia sweet comrade your nation is your gun Your love reads like the perfumed note you sent me One last contact in Red Square
in the hills And the wheat fields looks like Kansas in November Astrovia, sweet comrade, your nation is your gun Your love reads like the broken code you sent me One last contact in red square
Vertaling: Blondie. Contact In het Rode Plein.