Стих на англиском 10 строчек
In winter-time When the days are chill, A robin sits on my window-sill. I putout bread For him to eat, And cake-crumbs too As a little treat. He picks them up So prettily, Then sings a “Thank you” Song for me.
UnificationI'll leave your quiet yard and your white house - Let life be empty and with light complete. I'll sing the glory to you in my verse Like not one woman has sung glory yet. And that dear girlfriend you remember In heaven you created for her sight, I'm trading product that is very rare - I sell your tenderness and loving light