Текст песни Ева Ахтаева - МОЛИТВА МАМОЧКЕ

Perhaps I seem careless,
But pray for you to Christ
Ready on my knees forever
Though strictly not honor a post

And not always on Sundays
I stand before the saints,
Carrying his doubts to Him ...
It's not time yet ... Young ...

And so much more valuable than my prayer
A low whisper in silence
When “for life” I fight,
Disturbing mystery in the sky.

But let him keep this Mystery
Will not allow her to read.
Let everything be random in life ...
I would know today,
what are you!