Suffice it, you play the color and the roto Youre playing old one day, you burn by the night Dont think the game is good for these two days Without the end of the road, you are sad to see you. Dear Part of Wise, the flock of this separation has passed and it was not my fault I did not bad with you Breaking with all that, I did not forget you End of my mind and remembrance hate love of love, my comrade
