I have come from a thousand years of fatigue from the corner of the Zandon My Western Desert I came to the love of the rain I want to put my tikmo I want to s sadness of a life To remember Whatever I was taken I want to forget Whatever my cotton
Bitter Laughter of Adama Not always happy Sometimes breaking the heart is not less than killing Sometimes the heart is so tight The crying is too much Was a yogurt Sadness of simple love as if it were all lies
