Before Hooters, everything was darkness, skinny girls, with that sad face, dressed all time in black, then 'God said' 'Bring the Front', and the front was made,
'Bring the Legs', and the Legs were made, 'Bring the but' and the but was made, to do this, he didn't used 6 days, neither took a rest, everything was previously planned.
When advancing years slow my steps
And my mind turns increasingly
To the contemplation of past years,
Will I, in exile, fondly remember
The land of my birth? The land
I left when fear shrouded
The serenity of family life;
When bullets and bombs
Overshadowed the beauty of the mountains
And the music of the streams, and
My search for true freedom found fulfillment
In a new life in a strange land.
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