Текст песни Olaf - Маленькая Вера

"Little Faith"
Oh you cry, it’s a pity, like a child,
Spoiled by me
These tears are not sadness - hysteria,
Virility sometimes burns you.
The toy was yours
Separations I do not regret
Only the tragedy of female tears breaks the heart,
But I will surely be alive
Only a gap in my memory
My oppression.

Little Vera, forgive me,
Looking for someone like you
Little Vera, don't be sad,
I mourn
We can't be on you anymore
I will not show humility
Little Vera
But I don't like it anymore.

The world is suffering, that's for sure, from princesses,
Beloruchek, round fools,
Dad’s daughters are given a considerable press, -
Whimsy for blunt chickens.
Shining is not only golden
But you - you are not without blat
I do not like yours, I’m a rarity.
Captivated by beauty
Your face is like a saint, -
My nonsense.

Olaf