Now,
I will bring in Libraries.
when when.
Oh gosh.
The
Snow and rain,
my dear friend,
my poor friend,
I would cover you with her cloak from winter to south,
from winter to south.
And if the pain is destined for you,
for you, for you,
I am ready to go with you to the bottom,
and sleep with you,
and sleep with you to the bottom.
And sleep with you, with you,
and sleep with you to the bottom.
Let me go to the gloomy bottom,
where the night is all around,
children are all around.
In the darkness I would find the sun,
with you together, with you together.
And if the distance is destined for me,
without the globe,
without the globe,
with what happiness I would own,
you alone,
you alone I would own.
You alone,
you alone.
You alone,
you alone.
Babi dara.
* Buckethead, I'm-
Fire!