Бредни о бытие...

Оne day I hope,

Don't lose myself.

That day the whole,

World goes to hell.

And I will see,

What it's like to live in a hole.

From which the devil,

Came to my home.

 

While I watch.

Every day at the window.

And I notice,

How do people wear crowns.

And destroy,

This beautiful world.

But they are toys.

In the hands of God.

 

...

 

But still there are people,

Who don't need a throne.

That lovingly live their lives,

Keeping peace on our Earth.

And while in our world,

There are people who will be defend.

This peace around my home,

I can hope for another moment.