Текст песни Наталья Пискунова - Блаженная

An angry -looking clouds
And arrows are sharp rain .
Blessed is my fate
Shall never become an adult ,
Neither the mother nor the bride ,
Not even the sister of his brother.
I am here on Earth , closely -
God made me a cruise .
Resentment me - no big deal ...
Scold me if it is easier .
The pain does not get older -
Flowering my forever.
I - a feather in the palm of your hand
I - in the realm of the wise fool .
In the vast your house
I wind July morning .
Sadly your next
I find the word of God.
Cry with me , if necessary -
With the holy fool wench possible .