Fire mahkumsundur canınla, with faith! a voice yells constantly, nor realize the power of what you can to. Love always hurts, to be in love in a strange bitter. Being happy with the pain comes, on behalf of the wisdom of trying to close all the wounds of a new one opens, exceeds the limits of pain of Love, a party from pulling you down. The pain of love is bliss. Feeling all aspects of life, love all the light of killing woman gives you hope. Love is a strange, cold night, hot, hot nights can cool. Come on all you get is ready to blow the next one at a time so that vurulursun, neither yesterday nor the dreams will come save you. Love is a river aktırır reverse. So that is what you thought of personality. Each mortal blood flowing and feel that will not die when you think women all over. Love brings with it peace of mind, and civil unrest. You can never escape, what people think or what alcohol do not prevent hooliganism. Love, the Love, hope the wound closed. Though not consist of human emotions and thoughts in a moment all thoughts of feelings, make you pure and simple a man dönüverirsin. What would happen?
What would happen? sank the sun from the east
will see an intuitive dönüveren eyes.
You walk in the courtyard of a palace,
hat, my hair keeps getting busy with horses.
Died before the age of thousands of gods,
A child shows up, the pain of the seasons,
dawn and the dark blue line in the name of love,
is committed to continuing the years of painting colorless.
What would happen?
What a child will be referred to tanrıysa?
This does not mean the sun is brighter than only?
The teachings of the pursuit of hooliganism, the concepts of rags.
What would happen if we do not give up?
What will be the sun?
The sun is rising in my soul, no longer came to the bloody end of the nights,
delights my darling, the banquet will last a lifetime.
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