Schiara When the time comes and that of spring, from den
out rate with his soul serene;
a wink in the light, pulls out hush, hush,
the road that leads into life headfirst.
That fee, however, even when sleeping
spring delights much of the shadows, you hear a little of the weight;
yes, winking pulls out, but then thinks it is too early,
certainly is time for love, but so many years is that the appearance ...
But already the rate is declared, or rather, hit
winked as she still does not want to fix that 'I am casino. Bring the sun
crazy month, the beauty of a meadow
out the bear and his bear, a lizard and the lizard,
birds chirping in the light of love,
the serpent and the serpent that search for words, while
around, chasing butterflies color
and who sings these lines, blows a kiss, throw a flower.
And Then Exit fee, you leave in the life
squeezes itself in its rate and has already won the game!
