"My Got, permit your own slave
To fall down to your feet.
I'm ready to devote my life
For serving to your need.
There isn't a power in the world
That can wreck a temple of love.
And every day I entreat there,
But it is not enough.
I cannot eat, I cannot sleep
If I think, that one day
You will become also a slave
Of woman, who's foreign.
But I can't change this way of life
And all it will be done."
He sleeps, he doesn't hear me,
My little newborn son.