With the fall of our hands In my body, something collapsed Saddams peak hung over the branch The Green Green Current The good place of baptism Without you must died and faded Under the Garden of Pulse The season with you The Green Season In which river was a savior of thirst What was the except for you The shadow of fatigue. You have to be without you. Die I have no companion except for you Take me back from me Good luck with you Migration You are safe Pleasively be pounding.
