Deka - Oczy dziecka

Plain gray man with a sack on his back problems.
Guided his life, and now it carries on his hands.
His heart breaks again when approaching the grave.
The person who was very important.
As the star went out and came in his life such a time.
When he said the belt.
Again, again and again, when the sky is crying rain.
He stands on the court, then you can not see tears rather.
Otherwise. Do not be the same.
Because the cemetery gate today said goodbye to my mother.
Once probably come back, but at the heart of a big wound.
And the question to God, why did this happen?
Because by that I regret and asking the question.
Is the last goodbye, it was a punishment given to him?
Good O Lord, answer the question when you finally stop?

I like daubster, I create an image, an empty sand tears.
And as Pegasus, I'll take with you the opening of sadness and happiness stone hatch.
I'll take from landfills world. I've always, you played a sonata.

Today I look at the child's eyes and waiting for a prophetic dream.
It is also probably waiting for a man of God understand today.
Who constantly kneels, in the pouring rain heart breaks.
When remembers those times when holding a child in her arms.
Now, buying a ticket to go back to that place.
Where he placed the first steps - it is agony for him.
We see very rarely, because the first of November,
Tears will give us the atmosphere, again will fall from the sky.
Again, we ask God, or have pain, we ask?
Do we cry today? I see the child wet his eyes.
Which left my mother, what think tonight?
Closed cemetery gate, you will want to skip it.
I used to come a time that you will have already had enough.
Take the fight out of the way and good slopes.
Please Lord, today, the tears we wipe them out of sight.
So please ladies today, the tears we wipe them out of sight.

I like daubster, I create an image, an empty sand tears.
And as Pegasus, I'll take with you the opening of sadness and happiness stone hatch.
I'll take from landfills world. I've always, you played a sonata.

Kneel at the grave of the mother or the child's grave.
But we are not alone, because the psyche us kneel.
Cemetery full of trees, such as beaches full of seagulls.
Eyes full of tears, but it is not an end to sorrow.
You know very well this fall - nothing will change.
In order to appreciate something, you first have something to lose.
Just like brothers, sisters or sisters lose their brothers.
But the death of a loved one, it's too much pressure.
For such a small size, a high price.
For sure it will not pay, I can see your child eyes.
Along with the baby crying,
It will never be the same, since today is different.
Tell my brother in my ear, is that he must be?
That a man with another man, he can not live in harmony?
People do not ask God why they prefer to cry.
And for years, the brother of her brother as kata hate mocks his life.

I like daubster, I create an image, an empty sand tears.
And as Pegasus, I'll take with you the opening of sadness and happiness stone hatch.
I'll take from landfills world. I've always, you played a sonata.