Barrel of the moneys which we do not get well...

We are rough and it tries there to be a fun we do not know...

We to follow but and travel, song one song...

It is even.

With all weather...

When the sky falls what?

Only the grudge which we will connect together, it is not only all importantly.

Tomorrow...

Being come does not know us well and possibly trouble and the sorrow which are...

The road which shares our burden which means that we will travel but...

It is even.

Time them will disjoint and as their fights Miss, they will request and, all...

Us same us...

The identical water which it starts will connect and to follow only and travel, song one song...

It is even.