That's me what I'm now, my life is certain.
You'll call me, and I'll say: 'Hello, I'll call later.’
You'll answer: 'OK. I got it. No problem.'
And I'll left with a guilt that you're a waiter.

The time will trip forth, to feelings athwart.
And you'll await for my call all the same.
My answer to you is my heavy load now,
My refusal words and short tones after them...

And you'll await for my call until last,
Until your last profound sigh.
If I could turn all things around,
I'll call you back after a while...
Forgive me...

Let's praise Him in the morning.
Let's praise Him in the night.
Let's praise Him when we low.
Let's praise Him when we high.
Let's praise Him in the good times.
Let's praise Him in the bad.
Let's praise Him because He has made us.
And this is our all.
Let's praise Him.

The beauty of music is a lulling sound.
Bring joy to a broken and downcast soul.
Drifting and Drifting as you are drawn in.
Drifting to a place, that brings peace for a while.