Girl! Your jazz, who was like a homeland for me, Who knows that the song was my life? Who knows? Who reads? Who burns my heart? For this night that was the mind of the butterfly!
I was like a poem that did not read, in the shadow, I was always in the shadow! "I broke my fever, This old seedling came, from you the glass of glass!
You were a miracle, in the disbelief! Let your eyes look, the sun falls out of the coin! Release the point, leave my eyes closed, Without an old shout in my larynx!
