Maybe I can never write anything that I feel in phases
in a plant is wet over a vase

When you squeeze an elephant in a room
a fly trapped in a port cover

Cotton in your ears,
and an orange hat on his head
then the world and its wonders
become a cake spoilsport

But what is blow against the wind,
and the cars of black smoke?
maybe she does not have much luck,
but it must be very strong if

Madame, madame ...
Everything is easy
Madame ...
Madame everything is easy

The window, she notes the hills with snow
and tearing it prepares it's arsenal
everything seems strange to her
when you have a problem with a touch of silence

But she should run against the wind.
and avenge the cruel death?
a wonderful people she admired
there you will succeed and your mother ...

And stay easy ...