Here b Rowan under the window-,
To pray for her
When I pray I will remember my father's home
And dear faces.
The parents of my crosses
Embrace the playful wind.
And let my places be simple
In this white world.
I've seen the world
He is unforgettable to death.
On my mother earth
Only oligarchs turn their lives around.
I figured it out late.
I just want to get to places.
All this God gave
Desire is there ..To touch your Rowan tree.