When the sound of the rain fills in the Nodon Swallow, under the arch of Ivon When the morning bird lays in the branches The sun lady a dew zagol cluster I see the most cloudy air I see you I remember the bar below you Sitting
When the smell of the rain is smell in the woods The gentleman is gentle or the velvet When the cloud becomes the green eyes of the gray wet hands of the rain, I see the most cloudy air I see you I remember the rain. Sitting
Now that you are not my eyes. Crying to remember your crying Then you are not in the hands of the flowers shoulders Mr Branch, The green foot of the flower is not a flower feet
