Tell the Star Night How kind to Think about the nightmare Tell the paper glue that doesnt get away from our pifi our candlestick and light candidate Talk about the moonlight in the bed We are crying out of the sea The world Talk about the moonlight in bed We are screaming for the heart of Abadeh
to have your fragrance. No, except for the two black dots You can see your own feel the moment of your homework and at that strange boundary what sweet What to do with the sadness of love. I dont know if I say my thirsty thirsty I dont know what I do
