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Maja Faith

Sit at night my mother's sleep,
Seated in the afternoon white world.
Sitting at night my mother has a white dream
Juicy trickle juice, juice triton, juice ...

I still have my own land where the leaves are green,
Big Viz from the top, and Small Viz from below.
Did you feel the crisis when you looked up?
                       
            Peace with the world caresses salt,
            Wind the sky carries the sky.
 
Cebenilla liquid from the mother's mountains,
Flooded generously, like buckets, flowers -
In this world, my children are white and white,
So, as it should be.
They were born Kruty - white people,
But their so few.
The sky was falling
He dreamed mother
What's in the search for the brain
Salt spilled - a gift of Maja Faith.

            Massage with salt the world cuts
            The moon of the sky is the salt of the lake
            The moon of the sky is the salt of the lake
            Stir the world Maja.

Sit at night my mother's sleep,
Seated in the afternoon white world.
Sitting at night my mother has a white dream
Juicy trickle juice, juice triton, juice ...
A. Wednesday, 1999