My way...

Дмитрий Рудаковский
My way,my soul,
All my mind,my
destiny...
Again and again I doing
good,
I want to me,was
always lucky.
Again and again I doing
good,
I want to me,was
always lucky.
When I was bad,
I nights in a delirious
sleep,
The icon of reach,
Prayer I read,
The icon of the miracle-
worker I to the chest is
pressed,
And believed in a
miracle,I
Hoped and waited.
And believed in a
miracle,I
Hoped and waited.
Chorus(2 times):
My dear,the fate of the
human,
You all play with the
soul sometimes.
When I look at the sun,
See in the sky of my
Father,
The World Of The
Creator,
Christos young man.
When laughing in the
back,I sometimes
without end,
I thought of the
Creator,
The World Of The
Creator.
Chorus(2 times):
My dear,the fate of the
human,
You all play with the
soul sometimes.
I know,I'm not a
genius,a lot of my
poems folded,
About life and about
love,
About faith and war.
About life and about
love,
About faith and war.
My dear,the fate of the
human,
You all play with the
soul sometimes.
I know that sometimes
I fly,that sometimes I
play with human
destiny.
I know that sometimes
I fly,that sometimes I
play with human
destiny.
As long as I live.
As long as I live!!!