It's sad tonight.
I was in the Age of Me,
The first BC,
As we are sad for the old,
As we are sad for the old,
The old but good BC.
All clones, however,
All clones, however,
Similar, but still cold,
And like nostalgia,
And like nostalgia
We expect miracles and colored dreams.
We are not dreaming of a battle in the Colosseum. It's not an injury that happened yesterday. And we dream BC, BC native
With whom our youth passed.

And we play with labs,
Repairs, MFAs,
Stripped in auto combat all BC,
Justified by donates,
Reinforced art
The top spots are on the list.
In some haze of matte
BC touched the memory,
How to pickle jackals until morning,
We are all sad in our youth,
We remember our stupidities,
Like it was all yesterday.

We are not dreaming of a battle in the Colosseum. It's not an injury that happened yesterday. And we dream BC, BC native
With whom our youth passed.

let me go, miracle grass

will