Perfected her like an angel with wings
Singing like a chant recited the Quran in
Hope that now always appear instantly tersish
they hum
Laughing to exceed the harp sound when played
Fly away to a fantasy to make the pulse always bring MIPI
The cool wind of sand berdersir follow tarianya
Singing singing he waved his hand in front of my eyes
They look happy making out in the cloud violet
Gang they drank a sip of water in front of the gold chalice that held out her hand beggars
He spit in his face with mucus not joking when dismissing the whining and tearing his body laugh future