Our love walking in the street

Our love walking the streets, sit in a café or restaurant,Puffing away on cigarettes, the scholars are the feet of masaiyeraFlying in the sky black clouds suddenly leaks dhomyagulo cumiyeIt is up to the pages of the book in the face of the ancient forest from NagriGujem one corner of the mouth of the book; Madhe baghinira is looking into the baghaguloAndaramahale villages, where the border has been a Red SignalBaghini do not understand the sense of blood in not calling for continuous drinking water hariniraExplore the villages, are doing a lot in narigulo skaiphite bibahaba irsakiClinics are locked, secret narigulo gone to town, hospitalIf only the other side of the street stood steadfast service sibhisahaLipistika narigulo lips pressed tight in the sight of boysThe gentle sound of feet beyond the high-hill boys stand next to tea stallsAnd boy, is hanging in front of the tea stall sit shamelessClose-up teeth out.

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