Didine canon 16 - WIN (Audio Official)

Where is the little one,

where is Zari lost?

Where is he? He

imprisoned the mime, a youth in her country, worthless.

Pickled hashish is above my head, a cloud, and above the house is something

great. In the past, Hussein

cut off the combis, Rayma is free, Paris, the mime, they do not

love Lafitti. The

eye cried. The world is finished. My heart is tired of losing the

ear, my little one.

Where is my

life? Where is my childhood gone?

Where is my flower gone? Look, I swear, everyone who comes has fallen for me. You study, staying up all night and changing your mind. Yes, I tell you without crises, they don’t like you. My eyes have cried. This world is over. My heart has become tired. I have lost years. Where is my life?

Like

where, where is my love? Where and

where are you? Where are you going? My dream is turning my account. Onca. Where are we

going? The village is blank. There are small ones. They are cutting off

the bunka. People are trapped. They are falling. I will stand in the blankka.

My heart,

cut

that

and Mary. I am afflicted with you. You are the afflicted. You

live a wire from the

individuals. You are a fool. They don't like Lafitti, my eyes have cried,

oh world, my heart has become tired, I have lost

years, my childhood is gone,

where, where was it lost, where did my visitors go,

where, where did my childhood disappear, where, where? My flower laughed,

where, where?

Where