You do not have business with life,
You see just what the face,
You're shooting for yourself like a bull '
The past and the whole flow.
Hola mother, I have light,
There between the eyes is sublime,
Mix and spin in the car,
Here even the gods worship!
Here and nature's hostile,
The water was once divine,
No people are to blame,
People are not to blame.
Sometimes the Corientians,
You pick what you sow!
I also tried schemes,
It does not work, you trouble.
Oh, my God, ready,
Oh, my God,
Oh, God, how much I love her,
No more than Rim $ e!
Oh, my God, just ready
Oh, God, the music was picked up
Oh, God, how much I love her,
I can not comply.