Somewhere right now there is a war.
Somewhere happy family.
Somewhere suffering a single mother.
She did not give sleep.
Somewhere I born a little happiness.
Somewhere in the horse will race.
Somewhere, something is happening.
Press reduces eye.
Somewhere, someone is suffering greatly.
Some happy, some not.
But schaste- just one point.
Bad times longer.
We're waiting for the end of each quarrel.
Happiness torture detainees.
It is like the soap begins to slip.
Happiness slippery as soap.
From him we are pleased to damp.
Soap washes away all the dirt.
Then she dialed again.