Текст песни Гансэлло - Алтуфьево

My happiness parts are moth-eaten,
There is a minimum of chances and a maximum of volume.
In my head at the thought I feel cramped honestly
And nothing to do with it, spring is needed.
I would take my goals once or twice and achieve them,
Yes, only bad luck
I live here on bird’s rights.
Someone must be here for a thousand years,
I’ll try not to disturb you for more than an hour.

Chorus: [x3]
Padre teach me how to pray
I am on the edge of Altufevo - Bitsa.
Padre teach me how to pray
My heart will become free like a bird.