9 Haziran 1963 Razgrad/BULGARİSTAN
The pleasant Farewell Sermon while he was unaware of it.
How do you know about the ranks?
An imaginary level that has captured your mind.
You are surrounded by four hands, strain, stick, lineage.
You are fertile, you are fertile; you are a shot of water.
Kovalamayin beni yataga
Hic uykum yok
Daha lafiniza karisacagim
Ortaligi dagitacagim
Televizyonu kapatacagim
Aycicegi resmi yapacagim daha
Devamını Oku
Hic uykum yok
Daha lafiniza karisacagim
Ortaligi dagitacagim
Televizyonu kapatacagim
Aycicegi resmi yapacagim daha
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