Give me a hand, my friend, -
It’s little hapynnes for me
And goddes of trends, -
Your heart will be continue beat.
Your life is long,
And she's don’t have the end.
Give me a hand, my friend.
Give me a hand.
On the edge of hospital bed
You sit, with the cigaret.
Your cancer a bad,
Please save yourself, Margaret.
We'll be looked the stars,
And we'll listen to the galaxy.
Give me your hand, my girl, -
I'll send you to where, there is no oxy.