Come on, come on, do not fall, friend
How troops mourge himself.
For that straight, you will end the circle, and they will remain only 7.
Hurts in the side, it's hard to breathe
The lace is unleashed, all, not Fart.
So many reasons to get up, but only one to reach:
You gave the word, going to the start!
Kick, blow, and you are without power,
In deaf protection stood in the corner.
Perhaps I did not appreciate the opponent on sparring.
And gong you look forward to
And he broccolis side.
You fall, but get up again,
No options, I want not to want:
You gave the word back to battle!
You run all circles
And in the new round there is a turn.
Another would solve - not with hands
And surrendered, you're the opposite.
Through pain, fatigue on break
Although little, but all the dream.
And you know if it is waiting for a bummer,
You will suffer later
After all, the word gave himself.