A little girl sang a song on the streets
About men, tired fighting the war
About the ships that left
And all who forgot their joy to the end.

She sang in her clean voice and flew up to highness
And sunbeams shined on her shoulder
Everyone saw and heard from the darkness
The ***** and torn clothes singing in the light.

All of them were sure that joy would come
Because ships arrived at beach
The people in the land of war
Regained their bearings are happy.

Sweet was her voice and the sun’s beam around
And by heaven’s gate
The little girl versed into mysteries and mourned
Because none of them will ever be returned.

You are my that happiness which can’t be mine
I had always loved you and always will
I told you to wait but you wouldn’t listen
I asked for your time which you never gave.

I remember when you cried for first time
I was there but you didn’t saw my shoulder
I prayed a lot for you my sweetie
But always ended up watching you with another.

Maybe you are not my first love but you are my last
I feel enchanted with you my love
For this feeling is reason i am still waiting for you
Though you are with someone else, i will never stop loving you.

Life is a rented home, One day you have to change.
Death when calls your name, You have to leave it.
When happiness becomes unhappy with you
It moulds itself into sadness.

A time will come you fool, You have to walk on thorns
You will become so innocent and helpless
That shrug of your velvet had to be changed into coffin
Clean your heart with faith, Leave the ***** deeds.

Still there is a time wake up else you will burn in hell
Your condition will become so
Neither money nor power will work
And you will be thrown out of your own tall building.