My heart did not leave the gift to whomever I gave the gift, O Dada, it did not leave the gift, so it sent my heart to whomever I gave the gift, O Dada, it did not leave the gift, so
it sent my heart like a box full of jewels in the house in the color of rubies, but the cluster seems to be a pity that it was broken, whoever fell into its hands, it is a pity in this time of love, which has gone from the memory of my heart, it is like a torn tear, sometimes it becomes distressed, sometimes it wants to send my heart to every When did I give the gift, O Dada, he did not give the gift, so he sent my heart to whoever I gave the gift, O Dada, he did not give the gift, so he sent it, my heart breaks like a bubble, a bubble under the rain with a kiss of a drop, my heart breaks like a bubble
under the
rain with a kiss of a drop, it becomes a tear, my heart breaks like a box full of jewelry in the house, the color of rubies, but the cluster seems to be a pity that it broke it, whoever can get it. It is a pity that in this time of love, which has gone from memory, my heart is like a torn tear, sometimes it becomes disturbed, sometimes it wants to rain, my heart does not leave the gift to whoever I gave the gift, O Dada, did not make the gift so send my heart to whoever I gave the gift, O Dada, did not give the gift so send it.
