I do not believe Oh God I do not believe this life I no longer have the cage of this servitude . On my necklace I was like your pigeon again, this wild chicken on the roof of you
Curse you again tells you of a lover Curse curse to you again tell you to say
my beliefs I have been to the border. No other flight enthusiasm
Firing on my nesting day I was like your pigeon No problem again. This wild chickens are your roof
Curse you again of lover Curse Curse to Mengar again tell me to my heart
no longer has the whimpering of the work in the non -existential enthusiasm
