We were two fishes in the blue sea, devoid of tears of passion from sadness, and the absence of our colorful polkamon, our days are good and our sky is beautiful, one of our houses is a rubble of our colorful polkamon, our days are good and beautiful, one of our houses is a rubble,
our laughter takes our mojaro to tears, when I was depressed, it was sad, the fishermans net would not be lonely, love would not be lonely in the sea, our sleep was filled with light like a pearl-filled shell, this is our story in the distant seas.Our dream was filled with light like a pearl-feathered oyster, this story we
were always crying at the big bubbles in the distant seas until the fish-eating chicken came and killed my mate, his heart is on fire, the heart of that ruined house is on fire, it is my turn to have his
shadow fallen on the water, his heart is on fire , the heart of that ruined house is no longer my turn, his shadow has fallen on the water,
then we are the turn of another pair, the day of death, the ugliness of other hearts , oh God, dont make him forget that. I dont want to be alone, I want to be a fish in the sea, I
want to be in the stories after this, I
dont want to be alone, I want to be a fish in the sea, I want to be in the stories after this.
