Spring and summer, the dog was hot, the skin was Freedom was a place where independence was losing to oil I would go to the canvas with an open and open eye The flowers that the anti -aircraft were on the citys body The day of our childs days. He wanted to For the glass city, the fate of a crazy with a stone wanted Thief and thieves and demon, they became a democratic apple tree The sound of the truck beeps is beautiful Our childhood days went with these things and was laid out The bad days. In the crazy house, they were opening the house This is the law of the game, the bastard, the bastard, dont change in the cinema of the Rex Goznah captured our childs days went with these things and was wrapped up Bad days, it was a pity that ended early The bad days were pity.
