Love does not mean to
be held in high esteem,
For life to be always in
the work,
The power of peace
and good goal hold,
All on my own,my
destiny,
All on my own,my
destiny.
My love,
My love,
Part of the world I'll
give you,
Thee I'll call the
beloved,
In you my heat and
wisdom,
In you alone,
In you alone.
Not for the first year
you I know,
One and the same
again,
That we with you two
pale,
But you and I,
Only you and I.
Oh God,I know exactly
What I'm doing good,I
dream,
God on the cross
crucified,
Hanging,hanging,hanging,hanging
out.
Not for the first year
you I know,
One and the same
again,
That we with you two
pale,
But you and I,
Only you and I.
I pray to the virgin
often,
World to us all was
not,as the flock,
And he lived life as it
should be
Forgive us all-the Lord
of the native.
The Lord of the native.
Lord home!!!
My love...
© Copyright: Дмитрий Рудаковский, 2012
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