Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Yeah.
And the river to the mother,
the water flows in the string
The sky is far away,
the rain is like a sad song,
the children are cold
Leaving the face of the river,
so there is no red boat
Like the sky,
there are thousands of years of rain
To crave for the sun to fall behind the summer
The lady lasts a long time Oh,
how quickly the sun goes up
торов hestän Ch undes Oh mother raised a son,
fatter doesn't need the bread
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.