Her face - on moonlight and burning legs - was very sweet and innocent, tears with a splendor. She attracted her from her hand to my bosom gently. He put her head on my shoulder. Then I turned with the moon, all the fire, and all the pain behind our back. On the rhythm of our heartbeat, our barefoot feet on cold clay land. It was formed under our only exhausted feet, to almost drown and leave around.
Oh (here), my love, my little girl, and my world ..
The peeled lips of its wet eyelashes:
- enough.