With the fall of our hands In my body, something collapsed Saddams peak hanged over the branch O rhizi Green Current The good place of baptism Without you must die and faded Under the ruin garden The season that I am a season with you The Green Season Death
Tell you which one was The savior was thirsty What except for you. The shadow was sometimes tired You have to be without you. Not
O Unhappy Comrade This joy should be I have no companion except you Refunds me until the night Goodbye to you Migration You are safe Pleasively pounding the blood Given to my veins The season that I have been with us The season
