Текст песни Janna Bichevskaya - Pity expensive

Have pity, dear, have pity
All around, down to the last blade of grass.
The wisdom of God here on earth,
Poznan is not only in the great.

Nothing grows just like that,
Because not break without require
Lonely sticking weed
Glorifies the earth and sky.

Lunar air and milky rash
Absorbed, lit gilded,
Doomed dewdrop
On the last page obrёchennom.

Listopad hidden pain
Under the cover of winter fades ...
For you, dear, and you
All living things, languishing groan.

And sadness at the North Star
The earthly world and the destruction carried ...
& quot; first the world was flooded with water,
A second fire for saves & quot ;.

So inclined, silently bow down
Before the courts of the Creator in repentance.
Pray, my dear, pray,
Yes, the Lord is with slow retribution.

Have pity, dear, have pity
All around, down to the last blade of grass.
The wisdom of God here on earth,
Poznan is not only in the great.