Perhaps... a revue my a little cigar,
Around blue sky, with bright my mind.
That more than unusually force,
as muscular music my ideas, in outpost:
I having tristesse inside me, and may be finding tendance.
Please me, green tee with a melancholic...
What did you say? Are you haven't the grass?
Terribly Sorry, but my Grasios!
In me - the body is Romantic: a full dress code, windmills flyers.
And: winter is whirling, the snowstorm slow-slow say with me:
- a good boy, spartan, etс...
...Perhaps grand revue with my a little tristesse,
In high blue-blue sky, gush over my one mind...
About you...