There is a sparrow on the tree.
There are no patterns except way.
Now they're warping up in addition to way.
And all it is,
help,
please,
help,
please,
look it.
Sparrows are knocked down the tree.
And in the war, rain, war, and more,
their bodies begin to tremble.
And all it is,
help,
please,
help,
please,
look it.
Ah.
Ah.
There is Moscow on the trip
There is no further except way
Another one may not pay attention to it
And all is half-paced, half-paced again
Sparrow got knocked down the track
There is worry more and more
Head bodies begin to tremble
And all is half-paced, half-paced again
Zayoyoyoyoyoyoye Zayoyoyoyoyoye
Zayoyoyoyoyoye Spread love,
love,
love,
give it to you
Spread love, love, love, give it to you