Home is not home when you went to Veyron It was easy to go after you The neighbor of Baron and the Yalda cried you without you The star with you a glass of jargon One of my memories from the nights niche The star went with you The alley was sad The window eyelid was on the alley. was in the mind of the color of the color of the night and the pedestrian crying until morning
The star went with you a glass of jargon One of my memories of the nights niche The star went with you ... ... ...
Star with you a jar with you One of my memories of the nights niche The star went with you without you the nights heart kissed your dark lips Star with you
