Black, Baron, Baron, Blade of pain I look for your eyes in my poem I have to pass through the road I have so much dignity until I know your legs I still expect a reinforcement like cloud The song in the frustration season Break me in the cold night you reached me You reached me Barg, the blade, the blade of my pain I look for your eyes in my poem
I have to be traveled on the road I still have a lot of money I am caught up in my eyes Black, Baron, blade of pain in my poetry notebook, looking for your eyes.
