Carelessness will wear a mask,
All eyes mist napuschu,
The pain of his heart I will not give,
Your regrets will not let.
I have my own soul vzleleyu,
Cargo fate one I heard,
Although loneliness weaker
But I did not enter this compassion.
This path with pride you sravlen
And vice - secretive soul
But by the grace of God by
Me that way, I'll go alone.
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