My mirror is broken. Why Sitting to my dusty face why Pray me my heart Pray me my heart Cames my captive time Say hello to my old age Call me a young man Call me a young man Time for the moment I am a miserable
I am afraid of the old will I am afraid of now Broken to the winding of the wind I am not lipstick In the grass of happiness
You are your life, where do I sleep, to sleep Sali Time That is a great
I am the old willow that I am afraid of now Broken to the cuddling of the wind I am not the chicken of love that I dont get In the grass to happiness
You are your life, where do I sleep, to sleep Sali Time Nihi
