A tear from my eye,
Expenditure flows slowly.
I did not understand what the hell,
Take away this empty war.
Everything is meaningless things unpleasant,
Even a little cold fire.
I would not listen to what is,
I love that sound dull.
Said he would listen to go, if not a little.
Perhaps it would be much hotter than this summer chilling.
Some go even if he would listen if not
Perhaps it would be much warmer than the frost that freezes