I was sitting down the cold and soulless you are coming to the summit of the mountain Dariyer at the moment You are compelled to
until May and do not cover the way If you get your peak I am a color Your day I and I out of the baggage I miss and block the way rejected your hands for your own sake I have given you to Moonlight The Roto Youre Wearing the Rowner Someone who is not too low for your hugs Look
Take a look until May If it is cold, Saddam A dead color of my rainbow I cant stay down.
