1 de enero de 2012


When she was just a girl,She expected the world,But it flew away from her reach; And bullets catch in her teeth.Life goes on,It gets so heavy,The wheel breaks the butterfly.Every tear, a waterfall.In the night, the stormy night,She closed her eyes.
In the night,The stormy night,Away she flied.

I dream of para-para-paradise,
Para-para-paradise,
Para-para-paradise,
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh.

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