Текст песни Михаил Щербаков - Мария

So many different people comforted you
Do not make people voices
Oh, Mary, funny my complaints,
But your heavens are beautiful

I do not know how to get to the truth,
I do not know how to work wonders
Oh, Maria, on fire my pier,
But the vigorious your heavens

Comes the limit to all preferences
There is no friend nor faithful dog
Oh, Maria, the end of my wanders
Announce your skies

There were stones stones - steel
Testament I wrote
Oh, Mary, Sad my ideas,
But you are sad and your heavens