it is a time, when you feel your self older do you remember the words of the father we draw our future like on the PC to be those, who we’d like to be
try to understand your victory’s ahead
so listen up put your hands up sing together with me sing together with me scream together with me tomorrow morning after night you will be surprised in this fight you win
childhood is the time when dreams seam the real for us they are ideal
And I think childish dreams must not die That would not be write