Sung Poetry
My Beard 17/05/10 Beard/Beard/My Beard grows in such way that until I am surprised. I taste to make affection and to hear one barulinho that cause chill. I am a little half prophet, different taste of things where little people if understand. But I do not bind for the others, I have my gostos/very Natural Ideal Dreams/Arrest myself in vegetables and am vaiajndo. (Waiting/Waiting 3X) (Somebody calls me 3X). Beard/Beard/My Beard grows in such way that until I am surprised. I taste to make affection and to hear one barulinho that cause chill.
I am a little half prophet, different taste of things where little people if understand. – Notrevew makes favor, comes soon please! Somebody calls me goes to take care of, has something decides to it what I can make to it? But I finish well travelling cosando my beard descalso in the t-shirt stairs ermuda regatta di curtinha you arriving the neighbor charging me question that I only know to answer but I finish travelling and I do not answer the questions of said it, I form track more my joy I am to make my writing to write history and to create songs is the minhadireo. I go even so I go dormiramanh I have more things to create I cannot consume me more your look I invite me it I am, exactly I go more here lies down and amanheo to me to sing.: Beard/Beard My Beard grows of, parapapa for Pope will pararar. . Weverton Notrevew