I have to sit for a few years I see Amrs full A few years older. I have to go to the world I dont see you
Life remain I want to retaliate in the drunken world serving the safi
Youre a pleasure when you are drunk Who are you who are you
What a drunken kindness No sadness
I am tired I was tired of my tiredness The mystery of love and good I know I love my hand to my hand Night I Again, they are proclaimed
Now the kind is when you are drunk Who are you who are you Wow, when you are drunk Who are you who are you who are you how are you are drunk Neither sadness nor a break I know I love my hand
Every night until the dawn of my hand I said my worship I repented one night or two nights I could not find it again
Now they say that you are drunk when you are drunk Being
