Pain is harrying to another,
I will let it go to you.
That for heart is going rather
It will help in trouble few.
Please, delay it, as you can
And don’t think about me.
You’ll get warm in merry land
When I see, when I agree.
Only sky is looking strange
At the night, the silent night.
I call you to save the page,
Nothing more in our life.
Our sufferings will bring,
Empty promises don’t give,
In the church my soul will sing,
But I know that you believe.
Our pain’ll turn round by save.
I am asking you: my dear,
Keep it low, come back again,
That will never disappear.
Pain is harrying to another
© Copyright: Екатерина Киселёва, 2006
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