that's the one I have

not a treasure

look at the neighboring country

take a pistol to know

 

metal shackles

go hand in hand

my bag is stuffed with light

it’s in danger

 

not quite

sounds and sounds

it looks like

you want to be afraid

you want it right now

 

behind that quietness

almost seven situations

it’s also not clear

I do not want to go back to the west

 

live where you are

five hundred years