4 Bonjour's Parties Ksana
Morning star always buffers me from sound attack
Many springs has vanished into morning view
Yellow green cat went away to find her lost vox, talk to mole
Everything in the brief time make no one realize
I awaited the moment of truth
Release his fingers he broke kaleidoscope
Another side of string phone, who whisper to me?
All at once lots of tone make shadows
Under the clouds, fake poppy withered up soon
