Малыш

My Baby, where's you've lost again,
are you ashamed, and already gray?
It's familiar grown nearby stale,
are you unhappy with your fate?

You don't know what you'd like,
do you have enough strength,
just enough feelings for love?
You keep trying to beg for signs,
but, even a little bit, you unbelieve
in yourself... and in your life...

Chorus.
There's in sky whatever you'd like,
miracles entice, wonders entice.
For me, at least, a small piece pie,
break, please, a piece of meat pie.
From meat pie, from sweet pie,
allones are enticed by paradise .

Why all for others it works in life?
eternal question, smile on exhale.
Mercy wouldn't dripped like rain,
but, isn't over yet the making of hay...

Angel in sky thoughtfully smiled,
he whispered to grown up child:
'Probably, that's enough for life?..
If so heavy the wounds of soul,
I'll lift you up before your time'...

There's harmony and paradise,
and all in access is lying by...
'If you'd like, follow me into flight?'
'No, I'd rather be here!' grown child cried,
and even gray hair - stood on end...

Chorus.
There's in sky whatever you'd like,
miracles entice, wonders entice.
For me, at least, a small piece pie,
break, please, a piece of meat pie.
From meat pie, from sweet pie,
allones are enticed by paradise .

'Life is perfect, I'd rather stay,
that's true, and a little I cried...
Spontaneous thought's araised,
so I cried: help!.. in this gray day.

Angel spread wings and flew into sky,
hurrying home... and a bib as keepsake,
Onto shoulder of grown up child,
of course, he thrown down from heights...

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