Neither star nor Venus Neither your greenery nor your beloved dear not very good nor bad you No purity you are not Gods nobility neither a faithful church nor a believer but not an old wine nor a god of beloved I dont look like the morning My heart Why are I shaking my heart
Neither in the purity of blossom nor in the spring of spring neither in the springs of the glittering song You are like a strange nor strange nor the truth of the truth, nor the truth of the sabbat nor the pure of the blossom Strange Neither the truth of the miracle nor the deceitful
You see no hope nor the romantic message nor the asymmetric voice I dont know who you are I dont know why you shake my heart why you shake my heart You Neither to purify you, neither Gods nobility neither a faithful church nor a manifestation of honesty You are no old wine nor beloved God no breeze of the morning nor like the sunset I dont know why I dont know why I shake.
