Текст песни мать тереза - Скорбный мальчик

by favorites of fortune , past the windows dark , evil
Hope flew past the specter of an autumn leaf
morning dew on a strange , as if he has found happiness ,
sad boy wiped tears , clenched his teeth and let go

anywhere out of nowhere after a ball thrown
" He is not with us , he paskuda " - someone will say later
I do not understand the meaning of the game , but I threw trump
zablevali icons on the wind ringing in November

weak - cover , strong - a tower ,
sad boy clenched his teeth
nowhere from nowhere
He is not with us , he paskuda