The kid in the basket wants to get out of there to skip to look for his mother
The smell of fresh grass. The noise of the cornhusker. I'm back in my childhood
What happiness it is to listen to mom's fairy tales before going to bed
Sport has been flowing in my veins since childhood
Sometimes it is much more pleasant to live in an illusion than to live in the real world
I came to you with greetings to tell you that the sun has risen