I know you love me with every inch of me, but it's like trees creating fresh air, or are you a sycamore?
Of course, if there is no love like the sun, there will be moss in the sky
I'm going to die poor, with my pen in my hand, bury me in poems that haven't gotten stale fresh, I don't want a monument, sing my song in green
We heat from wood, we print money from wood
My heart plays all the instruments baby with you
You are the elder sister of the star, beautiful girl.
I kissed the eyes of your sweetness, my hidden beauty
from any leader
environmental
We do not hear a word!!
If the constables
If it will not prevent those who throw garbage on the ground
Let's give them a broom and collect them!!
with animals
Our dialogue is very nice!!
or they us
Or we eat them!!
your beauty
Cowgirl of my soul
if you don't have
that damn world
Empty
Empty !!