♫ Imagine the great Stama in the wild wolves, one after another You looked at me sweetly, nothing else I was looking at you, nothing else The small room, locked The bed, poor, tired You told me, I will get you out of here I told you, thank you, nothing else The room, I walk in and I get hurt You will have gone, morning Nothing else You told me, I will get you out of here And I look for you everywhere, nothing else Nothing else Thank you for watching
