basi tapa4kite! bili kasali stqh 6oto ne izdarjali na tva s paparacite!e sry ma ako obi4a6 nqkoi nqma da kasa6 s nego zaradi taq tapa pri4ina! kak 6e ostai6 takiva mom4eta zaradi paparacite!
There's a song that's inside of my soul.
It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again
I'm awake in the infinite cold.
But you sing to me over and over and over again.
So, I lay my head back down.
And