Raikaho — В Саду

В том заброшенном саду
I will be elegant, knowing that inside me is one of my mantra
I am not willing, not willing, everywhere in black lists
Everyone knows me as a father, and then as an artist
But the artist is not in what they say to me, but in that he is a lover to scream and to build a battle
Forget me if
I will be on the market
Forget me if
I will be on the bar
Forget me if