I am a Gipsy
and a Armenian
and a Turkish and a Kurdish
I am a blue apple
What would it matter?
Human is wolf to human, what a pity
Under the same sky it is fire scene
Oh my mom, oh my dad
We're died of the bends
We go mad
Under the same sky it is fire scene
Oh my mom, oh my dad we're died of the bends
This enthusiasms are common
Mountain, rock you can have it all my lord
Is sky enough to your pleasure and desire
World is a calash
I am in it as a insane
We burned, died, oh we're tired
We were nonage, we are maturated
We choked on a shallow
We choked, choked
We burned, died, oh we're tired
We were nonage, we are maturated
We choked on a shallow
World is a calash
I am in it as a insane
We were nonage, we are maturated
We choked on a shallow