The world is like a prison,
its sorrows are vast,
for anyone who is naked
forever, it is winter with white,
black, two-colored,
with black, white, the
heart of whoever is kind, the
head of the beech is always stony, I
want a heart, like iron
without a thousand and one fans,
that in these two days the world will
hit his friend and foe, I
am sad, what should I do,
my heart is like a clean spring, what should I do to the time, I am a
sign of purity
, my heart is doomed. What should I do, the
feathers and wings of the hyenas that go are in the sky
, and when they come back to their nest,
everyone is captivated by color,
everywhere, the sunset of
the horizon, why is it black
, if the sky is beautiful
, in every broken heart, the
desire is young, the
boom of despair is closed, but it is
sitting on our canvas,
it is me, I am sad, what should I do, my
heart is like a clean spring, what should I
do to my head, if there is a desire
of my heart under the earth, what should I do
?With white black two colors with black white
to war, the
heart of whoever is kind to the
head of the beech is always a stone, I
want a heart like iron
without a thousand and one fans,
which in these two days will hit the world
to his friend and foe, I am the one who is sad, what should I
do,
my heart is like a clean spring, what should I do
?
