Baronam with their dance is laughing at Sitting behind their umbrellas canvas Now in the alleys, the sound of the barefooter is displaced winds in the alley Whether air or air
I dont like that black cloud My Fire I These two wild flames are what they want from my life what do you want from my life what do you want from my life
Your love is a pocket in my eyes In my house, my tiredness is tired
O two eyes black on my fire These two wild flames do what do I want what do you want from my life
