I and a piece of blue ... dont take my sky tired and wounded and alone ... Dont take the shadow of the bodies Your paper houses ... my mammum and shelter is not a small bubble ... No more my back I am and a piece of blue ... Not The volume of a small bubble ... is no longer my back
The sky is like a sea ... Good hearts to the sea Star ... Delivery in Abra Heaven like a seer ... good hearts to the sea good with the star ... Believing Dont let the root ... Youre confidence Cold and dark like death ... Disadvantage We have to sprinkle in the closed window Believe in faith ... On the broken heart we have to sprinkle in the sky ... in closed valves
