Its red, those lips of those kisses (hot) The greens of your eyes more beautiful than the dream of the garden (the garden) its red, those lips of your kisses (hot) your hair like that colorful communa in the garden (garden) Do not kick This heart is over. Dont be my eyes. My eyes are Grion
I wish I got a hot kiss from the lab dinner until the morning. I have come to you from seven cities of love
its red, those kisses (hot) The greens of your eyes more beautiful than the dream of the garden (the garden) its red, those kisses are you hot (hot) The color of your hair like that. No So this height no longer this tall is I end up not to have my eyes
I wish I get a hot kiss from the lab dinner until morning. I have seen a comfortable sleep from this until I have come to you after seven cities of love
