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memories-about-venice-pop; field-recording-ambient
That seems to me a wonderful world outside,
Though I broke my glasses,
But everything was okay,
What a pity that we are all prisoners of their prison.
Uuuaaa,
There is a range of head,
Uuuaaa,
And I lost all words.
I'm sad,
On the couch
Can not the third hour of sleep.
As it is written in the Qur'an:
"You do not know the essence."
I lay all day aimless,
The day passed so quickly,
I put happiness on the download,
But then upload canceled.
Uuuaaa,
There is a range of head,
Uuuaaa,
And I lost all words.
Roof Garden,
My cap
He flew away in the wind,
I do not like that cell,
What I call home. x2
Uuuaaa,
There is a range of head,
Uuuaaa,
And I lost all words.
I found in the attic
Old postcards with views of the Champs-Elysées,
I scored,
And you forget it. x2