They betray the decades,
they will be the years ago.
Time makes them beautiful
you won't have these years,
otherwise you will lose them.
They betray the decades,< br/>you'll see that you'll see yourself..
in cutting your hair,
how many I cut...
in the sea you'll see yourself
While the song,
l The summer is very beautiful.
Meanwhile the song
and you are discontented
lend to your years.
Afterwards you will think,
Where is that certain sun? ?
In the years, your years
that you live after
in dim light,
flipping through photos,
watching a film?
These years now over,
that there is no more life.
But bizarre myths
and how many you will see
pass and go away.
The story is where it is,
in a drawing that I looked at.
The summer is very beautiful
and the song
the minutes of my life
tender with me.
You can do what you want with it,< br/>but you don't make love with it
because those years never,
did they love you like that.
Looking at me from here,
it's not sure I was there too.< br/>Looking at it from here,
it was a beautiful decade
too cheerful
....I didn't notice it.
They betray the decades
decade that flew by... .
in the car and on the motorbike
on those models it went,
stylistically it flew..
I struggle to return
and they were my years
decade that is passed,
rushed by, gone away.
You won't have these years.
They betray the decades..
they will be the years ago,
time makes them beautiful,
/>you won't have these years
you will lose them...

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