Every day until I die (I) get nothing more then hole in mind
Hole is shaping may be, hole is aching baby
Every call to make me live like no other on the street
Call is crying may be, call is lying baby
Tell me what to do to finish that kind of game
Tell me how should I get rid of such life again
Jesus in my heart will say: ”Love you, welcome, buddy, watch the sky;
In that life you play your role, you must feel it in your soul,
Come on, brother, take my hand, up to the end …”
Every pray has many bonds, how to find the sense of words?
Words are empty may be, words are nothing, baby
Every answer can be right, perfect question has its side
Sides are equal may be, sides are different, baby.
Jesus in my heart, исп. гр. Pushking
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