R
Rozas
Guest
You're my friend.
If i am your friend give me the hand, we go on trip.
Do not worry i know the way through that beautiful foreign land
and i will lead you.
You're my friend and if i am yours,trust me.
I'll show you things in that foreign land where are lakes with just clear
water and golden fish,where the moon is silver and a sun of copper and
unprecedented landscapes and gardens of delights with sweet fruit orchards
and butterflies and nymphs.....
Dress up as we go out naked because everyone and everything is there
naked and pure.
With each other in one hand and in the other hand our shiny sword because
we need to have our good,behind beauty is always the hidden monster......
the black.....the death.
Let us lie down in the tall grass, until we fall asleep, then begin our journey.
Am i still your friend?.......you're mine.
If i am your friend give me the hand, we go on trip.
Do not worry i know the way through that beautiful foreign land
and i will lead you.
You're my friend and if i am yours,trust me.
I'll show you things in that foreign land where are lakes with just clear
water and golden fish,where the moon is silver and a sun of copper and
unprecedented landscapes and gardens of delights with sweet fruit orchards
and butterflies and nymphs.....
Dress up as we go out naked because everyone and everything is there
naked and pure.
With each other in one hand and in the other hand our shiny sword because
we need to have our good,behind beauty is always the hidden monster......
the black.....the death.
Let us lie down in the tall grass, until we fall asleep, then begin our journey.
Am i still your friend?.......you're mine.
