Текст песни Олег Майовский - Доля в кожного своя...

Each has its own destiny in that love, the sadness of living
Who knows how to live well, everyone chooses their own path
And I can not forget how in the cold of winter eye pain unfortunately heart kraye
Homeless old baby orphan asked to give bread
 
/Chorus/
What child does not have his life ten years has future
Wants and orphan child, tenderness and warmth
The old has already lived a life, a quarter years rospachi propyl
Judge not possible that old children buried
 
/Loss/
His son remembered I fed, in love, in heat
All that was then given, and helped them put what could
Word of God remembered love others as yourself
On lap down, I cried, I begged God to give people happiness