I don't wear it anymore
It has become a way of life,
Naughty messes,
I don't mind nonsense.
Buffoons don't surprise me,
It's turned into a middle game,
Life,
Roles are distributed.
Believe me, I'm not looking,
To the black side of the landscape.
Kayıt Tarihi : 9.9.2022 11:50:00
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