The story of the fade of the heart, the bitter story of a death a hail of a hail, which in the winter sun with the same repetition, is easeing Easy Dont tell me from going, the flower of the garden I dont want to see, in your eyes, I do not go to my eyes Good days Save me, if I could save me with two hands with your kind give my life to my life, give my hand to your hands, put my hand in your hands, put my head in tears, in the desert, I need you I need you You are in my vein The story of fading the heart, the bitter story of a death a fever of a hail, which in the sunrise with the same repetition, you are easy Dont go with me, the flower of the garden I dont want to see you, do not go to your eyes Sunset Death of good days Save me, if I could save me with two hands, give you my life, give my life in the water Take my hand in your hands, put my head in your hand tears, I am in the desert, Wishing The clear blood of your blood in my vein
