We Hill:
I will say that we are not the ones you consider as raw and stumble on a kitten shop on the stumps. Your position will be done by yourself, but we also keep the calculation of living and watching our eyes. In the case of brainstorm, noise is inserted; neither the stomach is forbidden within the stomach. When we talked, we were baffled and standing by the honeymoon. "Do not forget what we are doing," he said, listening to us, but by opening the vein and hair holes, he said, "No one has been kept in a casino." Our feet tear the ground, climbing the Kohistan chest, and the skills of the rivers learned to turn away, and we inherited the same kindness and tremendous inheritance. The people of Sangi are rooted in the rhythm of the rhythm and outer.
In our dictionary, the wonders of living are meaningless to die. Do not believe that in the extravagance of the world, see each other's bones on their forehead's stains, from each of the roots of the roots to the lambs of the leaves, I will take away my flocks. Let's show my footsteps recorded on the rocks, we are not the ones who made time...
We do not kill tomatoes in bride and hollow, nor breathe with cheats. The wings are afraid of the darkness, they do not cry in the desert. We embark on the horizontal layers of iceberg. Vegetables make babies dry and make rocks out. Hunt in the forest ink. They put hands in the graves, they dump into the depths of the lakes, and dance in the troupes. We see the scene that you do not see. That is not your opinion, and there is no tail in the heart.
What do you think? Shaitan Yeh Jahal, hills, Ajda, Budapest ... But listen to the gardens of spring, the colors of the trees, and the harshness of the mountains. Soil softening, cooling of springs, waves of water, flow of rivers, transparency of ice, and forest scarcity is our souls and souls. We live with them and they get fame. There is no psychological injustice and mental pollution in our environment. Physical density and spiritual disadvantages are saved. So we do not see heading, screaming and giving decades. There are beautiful scenes in us and the taste is ... You have considered us raw material and are glad that we have pushed ourselves to the world's flames.
How are you betrayed.
