Proudness of full wagons and
With golden pagons and
You got through you
Mild winds of young
Ya tearing cloudy sky
They send you from a distant light
You know, mama
Love never be avoid
Whose sky-running foot
Left footsteps at here
It's could be me
It's could be ya
Who waiting us, too
And sing a song or two for live
Kid's found his match in man
The ground still remains red
Kid's found his match in man
The ground still remains red
Cheerness as feast adorable
And bowing's so honorable
Stand up, drink it and say "Rest In Peace"
Whole World's shaking about
Feet and tongue are hoppling about
Let's tell each other sacred words while young
Young winds
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