"Give ... Ugly... What hope? What faith? "Kirk John! You sing well , I will sing this song of yours in this sad ruin of Abad, like the smell of your burnt wings. Garrett should give a hand and be ready with yourself in the cozy . Sing the bitter song, but do not give up your heart to grief. Kirk John, be a servant of the tail. " Give ... Bad bad... Every courier and message of news is closed, not only wings and feathers, the wings are closed, the cage is tight and the door is closed... "Kirk John! You are right, you sang well, the cuteness of my song made this bitter song ... "
Give ... Bad bad... It was a lie, both a smile and an oath. It is false, every oath, every smile, and even the pleasant song of a pair thirsty for bonding... "I will sing this sad song of yours as well as the swallows of the sigh of self, I will sing to the city... " Give ... Bad bad... What link? What treaty? "Kirk John! Blessed are you to sit with yourself, to shed tears, to shed tears, to shed a
cup - away from the expensive - every night in the corner of the night."
