There is some trouble
It does not require any ointment.
Not good for anyone
It is not night to stay awake with deep pity
Wind changes, not just that
Goes out
Some trouble burns regularly
Small trivial, blowing blows
Something to give
The pain of the body also
There is an ignition of fire
Those troubles
The spear does not pierce
The two eyes do not blind, only
Where do you like
Burning carcasses burn them.
There is some trouble
Fairs in the air before the night is over,
Some trouble nesting
Love goes from the whole life.
