Where are you young comrade my halfway Where do you see a young man and I am a tears and my dreams I went to the dead chest What a way of love to silence Young, Juvenile, how much you were I was a name and a young man The result Another is the love of the false line Young, how much you do not name where are you young to see Aging like Ajl, my lucky flower from the branch Now I am lonely and lonely Introduction is not a name and a sign
