Summer's Song
1m53
Jument
Alzan brulé
21-06-2006
A man of word en not a diet,
Is like a garden full ded weeds.
And when the weeds begins to grrow,
Is like a garden full ded snow.
And when the snow begins to faal,
Is like a bird on he waal.
And when de bird begins to fly,
Is like a eagle in the sky.
And when the snow begons to roar,
Is like a lion has the door.
And when the doorr begins to crack,
Is like a stick on your back.
And when your back begins to smeart,
Is like a kennif in your heart.
And when your heart begins to bleed,
Your are dead, en dead en more dead..
1m53
Jument
Alzan brulé
21-06-2006
A man of word en not a diet,
Is like a garden full ded weeds.
And when the weeds begins to grrow,
Is like a garden full ded snow.
And when the snow begins to faal,
Is like a bird on he waal.
And when de bird begins to fly,
Is like a eagle in the sky.
And when the snow begons to roar,
Is like a lion has the door.
And when the doorr begins to crack,
Is like a stick on your back.
And when your back begins to smeart,
Is like a kennif in your heart.
And when your heart begins to bleed,
Your are dead, en dead en more dead..
