Текст песни Жанка Яцюк - стих

Everything is born in the world -
Someone quiet prayer in the insanely distant sky.
Someone a nuclear curse,
sounding on the edge of the earth far and the noble echo.

Everything is born in the world -
Someone drops from the finger dropped on pale snow,
someone gram last
In a solidly ridiculous fight, but remember that he is to the end of a person.

Everything in the world is born shivering -
Someone is a sluggish sheet that fell on wet asphalt.
someone faith in his creation
Without outcasting conscience selling the last, old shawl.

Everything in the world is born in the truths,
Someone is a kilome in the pockets of the holes happy,
and madness with hard faith
Everyone will be held in the world, over all of us to conquer.