Broken glass on the hand ahh!
Hush! We were dead my friend
There is no sensing person between us
We are on predicament situation my firend
Lets look at our fortune
Are we going to go hodja and pilgrim again?
how many commitment say to hope?
Lets look at our state my friend
We lost from a fool's errand
We thought out of the saddle pocket
Caused by memory
We didn't weight the burden
From Anyone else
From The affairs of the heart
From the problems
We are sad The Beauty
With cosmetic words
With sensitive her/his first word
in due course
I'm same my mother The Beauty
You still think the summer corner
Ufff My instinct is the winter corner
People turned the forty corner
We are sucker my friend
Sleep is enemy to us, us to its
Who did lose? You will find?
You can make coffee with a little sugar