I dont have all the life of this drunken hock that I was not yet in my heart You are not like the sunshine but the presence of you Come and you come and you are
If you are a bird, my eyes are my eyes Even though we are captured by sadness Come to the end of the world and not fill There is no place to fill the earth in the heart of Asmuna The story of the convenience death in the books. That is time to sing
You are a bird if you are a bird of my eyes The secret of your full -fledged none other than me It is hard for me to write without you Flying Homes Tired with the sound of the maker My throat. The conscience is left in the books Dont say our life is finished After that is no longer sad Hold the Pakto Tears for the Flight of the Flight Revive the sound of the mechanism that is time to sing Hold the Pakto Tears for the Flight of the Flight
