You are overwhelmed by the sadness of the canaries to the Muslims, Pato for the madness of the head for the murder of
to sing the canaries, be a believer Earth from the impossible, but you may be but you I
We hope from the despair that we make a candle of the dead of a hundred sun Although we are tired of attacking the long screams Be secured, O elementary school , though, though the stubborn stubbornness and the breath of my tears
You have seen a pest garden, but the spring we are so hopeless of the despair that we make a dead candle of a hundred sunshine.
