All The War Games Thati Can Play

GREAT SINGER ... GREAT PERSON .... GREAT WOMEN ¡¡¡¡¡

afternoon my voice will break
to the echo of yesterday.
I was alone in the end,
Dying of thirst,
tired of walking.

But I'm growing in the sun,
Vivo.

was the old time the flower, fruit
Wood.
Then the ax began to strike, Verse
fall
just roll. But the tree

New
bud.

When burning in the daylight sky
I go.
amazed with the leather I'll go, Ronca
to shout that

Divided back in the air to sing, always
.

My reason is not asking mercy from
are available.
I'm not afraid of death ritual,
only sleep, see me clear.

One story I remember
VIVA.

I see the field, fruit, honey
And this desire to love.
forgetting I can not win,
Today like yesterday, always coming.

The son can return
New.