[Анастасия К.]

Venus in the backyard, where are you from?
A falling angel, walking in the winter sun
A tiny little seashell by her side
One hand in her pocket, she shows me her wonderland smile
My cheek down under willow tree
Silk carpet, weeping words
Whispering her voiceless sound quite close to me

Venus in the backyard, where are you from?
A dancing angel flying in the summer sun
A tiny little secret bears your smile
And the more she talks to me, her body language, home and style,
The more I see her dancing
With a heatbeat and moon
Barefoot over fresh green grass once in a while

Venus in the backyard, where are you from?
A barefoot angel melting with the flaming sun
A tlny little seashell bears your style
One hand in your pocket, I really love your twinlking smile
Yeah...
You wore your backyard smile