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Look here are from colourful lights up Seine shines
In Paris valley sounds night song like cricket chor
Like knifes, black blades of roofs cut sky background
There window shine, there Just as you, somebody can't sleep
Tonight In Chambre de Bonnie Ball of drafters
Everyone gentle as a lord
Nobody is able to talk of past Day
Work than work-caddish sport
Take your bottle, don’t bridle your lustr
Go on orbit everyone!
Cause of everyday crawling,
In evening must be In the top
And there you are, You of hands,
which have so gothic trait.
And you’re so pretty like Aurora
In your dresses from Marcge aux Puces
I want to come closer my sweatheart
Hum my sing to your ear
Well when you’re lying on two mens
Yet between us a tap and sink

Who can it… Like a Pole talking silent, when silent drink
So sough, so by one word punch In the face
Oh, damn, so gothic hands again not where they should
Forgive me, broken door, by Frenchman head

Tonight In chambre de bonnie is a trouble In hall
Again with this local’ll be Bad
Well when the Frenchman is horned
This Stuff can always be
What bring me their franks and their oysters
I took from Poland all I had
And all time can without trouble
Punch someone I want
So what that she ran after him
And in his car she fix his head
So what that for him she take out her bra
I have my fist, he just a store
So i prefer give up my caresses
And drink my whiskey with you
For hole live as a homeless
But with a own name be
So what that she ran after him
Everyone to install ‘self is glad
And he’s grabbing this cheap article
But my is also all the world
And also vodka, all is well
We’re going to fall, but agree
That with so many ways through the life
Everyone has a right to choice bad