Текст песни Мать Тереза - Скорбный мальчик

Past favorites of fortune , past the windows dark , evil ,
by the ghost of hope flew autumn leaf .
Morning dew on a strange , as if he found happiness .
The mournful boy wiped his tears , clenched his teeth , and went .
In anywhere from nowhere , followed by a ball thrown .
He's not with us, he paskuda . Someone will say later.
I understand the meaning of the game , but I threw the trump card .
On zablёvannyh icons getting cold wind of November.
The weak - cover, strong - a tower .
The mournful boy clenched his teeth .
In anywhere from nowhere , he is not with us , he - paskuda .