The world was growing colder
And when the wind blows
The cradle will rock
Forwards and back
The cradle she swings
I’m caught in the middle
Between family and friends
So here’s to fallen friends
And to falling walls
I severed my roots
And the bow did break
And when the bow breaks
The cradle will fall
-
y feliz cumpleaños matica 
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TAN LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINDO JHUSS! Gracias :-***