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[akaexoticdancer]

DICOTRAXX by Ladytron

Through mountains, through fields,
Under stars, over cornfields
You'll suffer over nights
And draw drawings over days,
You'll sleep till the noon.
The wind is shaking them down onto
the silver Mercedes (?).
You'll drink mountain tea from a golden samovar;
It gives them warmth with fiery tan.

(It's Bulgarian)