Stream of Life

That is all I abject towards touring,
should be the final twist it,
the tavern tavern
play is on Saturdays.
Make it happen firmly tankard,
the song I could get my salary.

Man with such a half-woolen,
is a fool yesterday evening.
Soi singing the melancholic,
with Juice, Irwin,
every Saturday.
People in the evenings, I guess
I would get to sing a new song.
I was looking for yesterday's means of escape,
and play relaxed Reino,
when the swallow
to build a nest with spring comes,
or autumn evening arc black gets.

And then cometh the power is sometimes black,
the song still sounds comforting, or desperate.
It's as if the mother's womb is,
get a moment of rest man driving stretches,
and build peace in the castle so
the Court of Appeal in, that the hapless
running man, and the harvest at the end of the path who knows.

Now, raise your glass of wine, and cheerfully
skoolatkaa. Do not flatten the glasses,
not a beer at all. Artificial exhaust is in place,
it is offered to us for a moment.
Singing, and market entertainment, and
Kari to take pictures, he is the most skilled.
Also described sometimes Liisa Tavi.

Man with such a half-woolen,
is a fool yesterday evening.
Soi singing the melancholic,
with Juice, Irwin,
every Saturday.
People in the evenings, I guess
I would get to sing a new song.
I was looking for yesterday's means of escape,
and play relaxed Reino,
when the swallow
to build a nest with spring comes,
or autumn evening arc black gets.