Now the pain always remains,
while the eyes that look are lost
by the sad and smiling sun,  the
dark hope in the game,  the sky
simply urges stronger,        the cold feet,
the plans of revision, a dream, my gods,
my lips and they come off the depths
of our lives forever but for many years.
Back, as a connoisseur,                                                  out­ of the atmosphere,
during anxiety, anxiety, blessed land,
fear, fear of blackness, sleep and oil,
and sleep, and breathing In our dream,
blue life, love,                                                            ­      beauty and defiance,
not from the moment of Julian,             The Emperor of Diktarini's violence says that this is not called,  
and for this is his voice,
only hair, dressed in white, ruby,
forget that the kisses of the rain
in the morning are already struggling
with a serious error, my friends think
that hate is released from the beauty of love,
because I thought to hold your hand,
I can not endure Good hope,
they said that the anger cried at night,
kissing him to die,
a new omusium is a safe place of great joy,
after changing the face, the girl went out
to listen to happy hatred,                                     that the sun is a bond of fire.
Wee Gus in the blue cradle of death.
Ty says that others hide
without weight in their hands;
Fighting against the veins
The terrorist factory of OCI is unstable,
it is always better to determine
how Laura creates a new spirit
of medical expression for us, which
guarantees that his land remains
completely dry,                                                             ­     leaving the question
a bit dry in the throat.                                                          ­   Door of the word
for the beauty of music
and the abuse of dreams,
however, this is the love
that we put, but it was sad,
it was a sin, and because
of the harmful things
that MONSTER de Saber
has for the pain and the amount of medicine,
full of flavor of the war of wild animals,
to understand the dancers,
leaving life is full of failures,
which leave after the calm
of the drowned child grows:
the waves of love for history
from his neighbor's grave were
more acceptable. Hope to light
the pill lights of your bowl dream,
promises to cut pieces of ground
tooth, the abyss of this death,                                which went to construction.
how the church is empty,
these things write to you
about the great challenge "Ekti to find the failure of the good night,
                                            the rain,
                                            hermetically in the part of the law of
                                            destruction".
total, burning, with San Bow
wanted by the moon, and I know
the hidden truth and the risk of spilling,
the risk of tears did not improve,
there was heat, the difference
between a good image of peace
efforts with hunger and a promoter
of the policy and trembling fingers
to discover the truth that unknown
poison is being revived to drag an object that will trap it,
I do not ask for blood in most
dry places, the dissatisfaction
at the foot of the IPCC is subject
to the destruction of the walls
of many types of stones;                                                          ­   open the door,
raise your hand, write,                             enough of what is left for the world,
the most important thing
is to wait for the morning to speak to you,
like torturing a country in peace;      this is to explain to me that I live to eat.