And again on the third of September. Autumn without the sea
The infected bear cub will never see its owner again
Again, our indie found something, got into trouble, but he left alive
Landing fighters, with a gun again in battle, stardust just lies on the edge
Two Ferraris fly by on the road again, they burn rubber into the dust, like people are bleeding
Stop for a moment, a drop of blue water falls and bounces again, raising a column of water