Fog Cotthes, Hima Harmeh Himmeal Cold Winter Night, on Himas Ashes Barons Baron, in the Baron Baron Barons noble Rain, Waiting for the Old Well Strange Thunder, in the backyard of the desert You, the beat of these minutes I will stand up, but nothing like you It is a stranger to me, the house so always The moment of the suns migration, the migration of the passenger the lonely alleys, the love of the pedestrian the moment of breaking the wave, who kiss the beach, kissing the beach. Desert Cold Thunder Hiking, on the Capital of the street Holding the Plain, Reading the Shepherds Hand and You, the beat of these minutes I hold everyone but nothing like you With me a stranger to me, Zadi
