I believe night will pass, will pass fears,
I believe day will come with in beams.
He’ll sing me new song about all of the main
He won’t pass not beamishly calling glorious
My white day.
How much winters, how much years, was it night?
Dark will pass, life will be, will be light.
He’ll sing me new song about all of the main
He won’t pass not beamishly calling glorious
My white day.
I shall come day’s gladness wonder son
And I’ll say “Here I am, hello world
He’ll sing me new song about all of the main
He won’t pass not beamishly calling glorious
My wonderful world.
I believe. 05. 04. 2004
© Copyright: Миша Чижевский, 2015
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