Under a blazing sun
A day to mark with a white stone
I contemplated Mother Nature
Breathing in the good, pure air
When the scents of resin
br/>Coming from some conifers
Come up to warm my nostrils
I have a green thumb for five-fingered plants
I have a green thumb
I I have a green thumb for plants with five fingers
I have a green thumb for plants with five fingers
I have a green thumb
I have a green thumb for plants with five fingers
I have Fatma's hand
Little mist in the valley
We want to swallow it
Just one drag
There ©ger like a feather
It's like that, I have a taste
I had sniffed it
I'm instinctive
And I like it when you kiffes
I have a green thumb for plants with five fingers
I have a green thumb
I have a green thumb for plants with five fingers
I have the green thumb for five-fingered plants
I have a green thumb
I have a green thumb for five-fingered plants
I have Tiasma's hand
I have Fatma's hand
Disconneurs certainly we are
When the power of reason
And all the people, who fall asleep
In the middle of August »t, far from the crowd
The scents of shortages increase our desires tenfold.
I have a green thumb for plants with five fingers
I have a green thumb
I have a green thumb for plants with five fingers
I have the green hand for five-fingered plants
I have a green thumb
I have a green thumb for five-fingered plants
I have Tiasma's hand
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