Csoportos órák

Two trees are brought to you, but on the top - a toothy goal, windy. With you in joy, with sore wounds, we go through life fearfully. Why weren't we in the Garden of Eden? Or in a park among flower beds?

So we will freeze completely, until Amina, in this unfortunate, ridiculous fate. And we are proud of our letters. We are a shady roof in the summer for everyone. From our hands - branches - radiant, we will bear fruit for ever. We are proud, eloquent, united. Sharp tooth - life is harsh. Two old-fashioned trees.