The house of this Veyron House for me has a thousand memories What days this empty house do I remember I dont remember the wall of the house full of windows until our neighbors horizon was the sea. We were In the snow and the wind and the rain, we built the house with our hearts My mothers love house, in the garden of the flower of the Atlas My fathers soul house, did not like the house The house was playing for sunshine and water. And he fasted and passed through the house The looter of the house blasted the house Killed my old father Crazy Mother Now I stayed and these viruses angry and muddy muddy My wounded is my tired my tired my last word
