One way to come to love For my lonely gift is Gods hand It is as if the smell of good smell of his skirt My reason for it
My familiar my heart is not my heart My Eye Waiting for the Day and Night of the Laughter Familiar with God is a gift of God It is as if the smell of the road is good. Reason for my moment
My eyes are on the road to the roads that day When it comes to the best prayer When it comes to me that my kindness is Sleeping at night Laughs in the listener The regret of that cinema is grabbed
One way to be familiar with love For my lonely gift is Gods hand As if the smell is good for my skirt