verse пробую..
In each day, where empty and lonely
My soul feels the knife
Of the deep into which I falling
Who can say where is my home?
Who may one day take me to heaven?
Where I have never been alone
Where love, trust and understanding
How can I keep my life in purity?
When everywhere just pain and lies.
How can I feel in security?
Under indifferent skies…
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