Rollings Stones - Heaven - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Smell of you baby, my senses, my senses be praisedSmell of you baby, my senses, my senses be praisedKissing and running, kissing and running awayKissing and running, kissing and running awaySenses be praised

Senses be praisedYour my saving grace, saving graceNothing will harm youNothing will stand in your wayNothing, NothingNothing will stop youAnd nothing will stand in your wayNo one will harm youNo one will stand in your wayNo one will bar you