The Crusaders are trying to escape but it doesn't work
And you don't break my heart into pieces and don't make it stone
Honeycombs, honey, wax, propolis are all the work of small bees
I climbed on the bed in my shoes and covered myself with a newspaper
Stole all my clothes while I was sleeping on a picnic
The forks of the roads in Los Angeles and the city itself are my favorites