The legend of this short life did not know the heart of my heart Tur I knew alas, you were the illusion of the half -way until the land, there is no way, in the chest, except for the sigh to the stormy sea of broken life, the people of God. Wisdom of your heart Youre drunk, forgot, God forgot, lets get off the lips What do you do to your heart Drunken you God what happened to hand, this kind of affection My heart with all my kindness to die in this chest
