Pautina Letra

The same to deepest colour of the moon
Sustained butter gives an elicsire

It's in our hands
You're so ugly clean
Burning on my sight
I'm singing 'bout a sin
With wet and dust in the atmosphere

My aeroplane got so high today
But the children are crying

One two three four
One two three eight
When i'l count nine it wiil be late

I lusten to your favourite lose
But when you turning wright i catch cold
It hurts when you're slightly soaping and touching my chin
Smiling to my chin

I need a sleep
For four hours
Before my scilence
It's in me ears

My aeroplane gave you bombs to play
But all the children are happy and the sky is grey
My aeroplane got so high today
But the children are crying
And the sky is grey.