Golden trees were painted,
And the wild wings soared up.
Look up at the sky,
Do you want to fly with them?
So, they fly, they fly, they fly to their home.
Golden Sea was painted,
Autumn has won the war
All fish disappeared
They all swimming to the home.
They swim, they swim, they swim to the home.
Golden soul has been painted.
Autumn has burned your heart.
Was you created only for
To in the end - to fall apart?
Wake up, wake up, you should go to the home.
Me, I'm going, I'm going to the home home.
Its Time
© Copyright: Юлиан Дель Кампо, 2012
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