The woman at the window, this is my beloved, this is my wifeThe woman at the window, this is my beloved, this is my wife
This is exactly the kind of bike valera, a homeless man, dreams of buying from a neighboring basementThis is exactly the kind of bike Valera, a homeless man, dreams of buying from a neighboring basement
Futuristic art with a red-haired girl at a height among birds with a heavenly sword in the city of dreamsFuturistic art with a red-haired girl at a height among birds with a heavenly sword in the city of dreams
And you don't break my heart into pieces and don't make it stoneAnd you don't break my heart into pieces and don't make it stone
Come to my house. my door is always open for guestsCome to my house. My door is always open for guests