That's the good rhythm for announce to you the return of spring more traffic jam, the snow is gone all burgeons, like the bournemouth, every season, his package of money sure, what could be more pleasant than the profit markets for riding in convertible car before to feel you this mild temperature sit down to eat, be mature make a turn in the furnace close to the embers, see, as they do we cram warm, feel our bodies charred find these ba*tards the European Union must pay their vile immoralities orders or kindness given way to stupid no faith in its carrion no law in its administration over nation France as impositions europe is a b**h territory of terrorists unelected besotted by his liberal ditactes as executioners corrupt members states and bearded Government is incompetent titillating from one party to the other as ta**els seeking the controversy that nourish and guide the ethical the best ma** away from a true political lies and promises daily a nation in distress yoyo of party taken hands in the bag nothing good comes out of these big pigs person of good returns there that way there was groping, they will plant dismal citizen park as sheep taken for an idiot in our daily lives, the wolf has also investors who dethrone your speech crying miserable traitor, we lose time of our misfortune will no longer your happiness not clever kids mediating violates collective empirical we die and we saliesent the mind nation people lobotomized, hostage to the division of interests nothing human, nothing for tomorrow they take us her a** these bands of pussies system taking throat, stuffy, you intoxicating back to you, spring, leaves his moment in the sun soothes us, synthesizes us nourishes us if your effect is natural humanity in europe is against nature she missed the call in this confusion History of a bloody nightmare without war faithless lawless they go to the hole all these thugs the mind nation is our right