They get bored so often the children should say: we are the extras in a fictive lineage. We go out for a pre-stroll
let's go joyfully, let's go, let's not fool around
I received the audio from a friend, both near and his gestures are mine, when to mine I harmonize with what we have in common
they get bored so often the children should say: we are the extras in a fictive lineage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem