Текст песни Ева Ахтаева - МОЛИТВА МАМОЧКЕ

I may seem carefree ,
But for you to pray to Christ
Ready on his knees forever,
Though strictly not honor post

And not always on Sundays
In the face of a saint appears ,
He was carrying his doubts ...
Not yet ... young ...

And the more precious my prayers
A soft whisper in the silence ,
When & quot; to life & quot; I 'm battle
Disturbing the Mystery in the sky .

But let keeping this Mystery
Do not allow her to read .
Let life be all coincidence ...
I used to know today ,
what are you!