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In the Indian cross-legged
You were sitting by the road at night
And in your eyes a grin
And the night lights of the cancan
I'm a walking guy
I have a guitar in my hands
I have such a hat
And under her mind is the volcano

Enough to get wet in the rain
Hand let me go

Wine bottle on the table
Two glasses of corkscrew plug
Bank of mayonnaise oyster
Pair of stuffed eggs
Night cozy attic
To the best of jazz moderately hard
Only love love without measure
Without end and without borders

Night cozy attic
To the best of jazz moderately hard
Only love love without measure
Without end and without borders
Enough to get wet in the rain
Hand let me go

You are brave, slightly cheeky
I love variedly
You entrusted my body
I practically stick around

You are brave, slightly cheeky
I love variedly
I love you for a long time
As I want, wherever I want

Enough to get wet in the rain
Hand let me go
Get up, to whom they say get up quickly
Well, I got up, well, I do not understand what, huh, huh?
He took a hand hey, get up!
You do not understand? Get up!

Night cozy attic
To the best of jazz moderately hard
Only love love without measure
Without end and without borders ......

Our mother and Natasha are in love ...