Burning,
Beside,
Upon it,
Saying,
Putting it on! !
Earthen vessels,
Made of fire from flour with oil to satisfy your muse;
And like an egg boiled in a bronze pot.
Ring, bring, wring, spring, string!
Burn it on wood with fire;
And like a public charge in the name of war! !
But the exodus from North Africa to Europe is now noted to us all.
Oil, toil, soil, boil, foil, coil, moil;In weariness and toil i will put you right,And like Teira in the river of love.
But the dew lay all night long on your branches,For this World Cup is all about you.I am bathing in the cream of your love,And my success is now dispersing like a cloud;But men and women listened to me when i spoke.Of this World Cup 2010 in South Africa and,Of these branches of your love…
And i do respect you my sweet Velle.
Inscribed in gold with the love of my muse;For i have now made your name manifested!And like a farewell poem to my lover.Danish nobility,Famous with my mind to touch your heart;And like a new translation based on the original Hebrew texts! !She brews and he brews like Hebrew,But incorporated is my love towards your heart;And…
But by my sweet laps she will have her full rest one day.My name is Love and i am found in the company of Knowledge and Intelligence,And i know it when i do grow lean because my wrist watch will surely tell me.
And this love empire of mine is for you only.Pinto my lover,You are like the colloquialisms of cybernetics!And there was a time to express my love to you;But i will always share this secret love with you only.
