I get buried in your belief and my young stems are wounded by your porcelain. What do you do with the roots I take the roof on the roof you banned the flying bird with the chicks sitting in the nest I get to get it to you. Canaries Scare the Glato Glato Autumn Cooker In the silent star that sleeps your sleeping messengers in your heart Your eyes like a rainy night full of sadness like a Zandoni bird. Which of the smell that smells of autumn smells s ghosts to the stars that is the heart of the pavement under the shirt I veto this night is my grief and in the sad shadow of the sunset I am not a sad shade of the sunset Sound Craceptive of Glatos Autumn Store In the silent star who sleeps your sleeping messengers in your heart Your eyes like a night of rain full of sadness like a Zandoni bird read my heart
