Shalizar Hands of the Miracle of the Eye Dont let the sadness be filled in your pearl Baron expects me to the desert tomorrow until our love seedlings come out of you
Nazi your hands. I would like to see the sad crows of sadness
My dreams of leaving a drop of hope I became a black eyes. When you breeze your breeze My pain is a fever of my fever with you anymore with Saddam and Filling down Chekawka Strength outside the ground
Nazi your hands one day The day they are celebrated and celebrated If one day a day, the paddy field I will be scared of the crow, the crow of sadness Your Pearl Laughter Baron expects me to come to the desert tomorrow until our love seedlings come out of you
