The air is cool, my feathers shiver. Nelly's naive voice is scattered towards the open window. I wish he would love to sing on a record, Nelly, thank you. It's weird to sleep when you're cold.
Real love is what you do not know, says Nelly. I'm skeptical. I can't live.
The sound is muffled now, but still naive. I fell in a corridor, painted walls. I'm moving forward without thinking. I open the first door on the right slowly. What do I see, the most beautiful hearted five in the world!
You, I say; What a beautiful man! They're smiling. I'm on my way to Tammy, my eyes are filling. Tammy, I say; Take me with you!
We'll be blessed, our story is always 13 ball, your path is long. Ls it my way? Maybe I'm doomed to get into the ashes of a red truck. But if you say so, Tammy. My eyes are old stories.
