The tango of candles from lighted matches will not extinguish the fire of love
The numbers of the matrix will follow you into your dreams
Footprints in the sand will be washed away by the ocean
There are not many goodies, you smile and your heart will sing
A real ballerina will dance even on the embankment
I ask you to taste a piece of cake. Undoubtedly, this sweet will bring you back to me