Don't Pick Your Nose کے بول

I was born and bred in this town There are some rivers,some bridges,and some islands I was afraid of little things I was guilty of theft And I told a white lie Now live in the city There are some railroads,some roads,and some loghts Some people have simple lives and high thoughts others,living death I had a hunger for tenderness Deceive by money And Iwanted to cry ※We live and grow up,each other Long distance,constant destiny The wind caresses my mind We live and grow up,each other Long distance,constant destiny The wind caresses my mind※ Times are changing rapidly Do I still have the same eye's at the old days At times my own world lingers on Whitish and hazy days Deep and wide days Whitish and hazy days Deep and wide days