Who before my bedtime humming fairy bey bey..
And who came with liliacs, when the lilacs in May
Who forgave me any malice, any mistake
When I hide the biggest tears in the smallest angle in the house
Every evening, this picture rocks me to sleep
Dad young as a May and mum among liliac
I have wonderful parents / x2 They have discovered each of the roads on which I walked
I have wonderful parents because
They are my friends
They said 5o me in the right time that I have to go my own road
So I go alone, but on my roads
They will still run after me and protect me of their thoughts
Time froze like a butterfly under glass photography
I look at them not once, and one I know!
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