Every night under my balcony
I hear I sing a love song,
Pi? repeats it
a nice garzone
And beat me I feel strong the core,
Oh how much? sweet that melody!
Oh com? ? beautiful, how much m? ? welcome!
I chant the song does not want my mom:
Would you like to know why? me forbidden?
She did not c ?? and I am yours? to sing
The phrase I've been tapping:
I would like to kiss the touy black hair,
Your lips and your hard eyes,
I want to die with you,
angel of God,
O my beloved sweetheart.
Below I saw yesterday walking,
And he heard the usual singing:
I would like to kiss your black hair,
Your lips and your eyes are tough!
Shrink, or dear, hang on to your core,
Let me feel the bitterness of love.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)