A song with a cork, a glass and... a ghost! Pears

The palbami of the north will laughter like crazy,

And the races will paint the sky into a tiny throw.

Music will play, shoot champagne, lose traffic,

And hope like a faithful lover will come back.



The legs will teardrop and tune into the climate,

The fans are going to wave, flip the glitter!

And fresh Year's, though small, will make you sad

And there's a reason to fall in love with him!



Before he matures, before he's hunched, let him work.

for our righteous praise and praise.

May He fulfill all that wishes promise

and turn them into tangible, permanent gifts!



- I'll scream, around the axis I'll spin!

I'm going to be better years, despite an ageing date,

I'll catch a glass, swallow it, close my eyes;

I'd like to ask you to number your hopes low...



Or cancel in an act of grace (a generous gesture!).

And I'll tell you this fresh guy is the best!