It's good to be like a giraffe-always closer to the sun
He loves, he doesn't love, he'll press it to his heart, he'll send it to hell
We came to the sea by the impreza car . We are going by ship to another city
Acorns saying goodbye to an oak leaf cling to each other
The sport of the future is born in the sands of the Sahara
The girl is lying on the floor and listening to music