The life of this old house These days have reached a hundred Hand that made it Now under the rotten soil My Little and Cold Corner Sitting this house The roof of its wooden wood Broken niche But when you are Crystal Crystal I see gold Sadness of the night and day I see myself apart The life of this old house These days have come to a hundred Hand that made a brick Now under the rotten soil
Every corner of my room has a memory for me. Okay You are your dear to me In the world everything for me You are your dear to me In the world all for me The life of this old house These days have come to a hundred hand that made it Now under the rotten soil Ray My Little and Cold Room Corner of this house sitting The roof of its wooden pier Broken niche every corner of this room remembers me from the wall and arches Lifes enthusiasm Life and Wall I You are your dear to me In the world, everything for me The old house of this old house is These days have come to a hundred Hand that made it Now under the rotten soil The old house of this old house These days have come to a hundred.
