Текст песни Барда - Путь

How, explain, I hug a guitar instead of a man's chest at night
The dirt of our wars has become poetry.
Where, tell me, did you look for queens
With a saucepan in your hands, at the feet of those sitting?
I found what I was worthy
I will sing out our cold hearth, the house that is in smoke - and into the distance
No, not to others, just seek
That God will give me death under the fence or the finest hour
Maybe the way to make it, turn to the house?

I am not looking for husbands wandering around.
My children's songs will be the answer
Life set in search of God
Bad wife - don't judge harshly

And, how is it, in your house a man's hand is protection from storms
Strikes the table and extinguishes the hearth
For whom to me forgetting to keep warm career, tell me?
Who in me can save a new life?
Bread on the table, tomorrow in your pocket and revenge on betrayals
God is the judge, someone would have been able to, but not me, not me!

I am not looking for husbands wandering somewhere
My children's songs will be the answer
Life set in search of God
Bad wife - don't judge strictly ...