lyric
The world tastes sugary
Soft milk
And life is a pencil that saves all that can be seen
If you have luck, you will have trouble
Yama people started from scratch, fluttering
And if circumstances would make it ridiculous, the ceiling of the unconscious ceiling stopped
The ceiling of the unconscious roof stops
If the circumstances are going to be ridiculous, the roof of the roof of the consciousness will stop
I want a narrow chatty with a boss and a ring
If you want her narrow talker, she is a boss and a ring
Satisfaction will come to Baghdad tomorrow
And the ring, with a gliding response
Quiet, jittering bank
Blash is being hurt
Calm, bank jittering, and flash shrinking from harm
Don't worry, you are not happy