Little Dead Bertha The Pain In Your Face
The doubt and pain in your face
Your dreams is break your soul misplaced
And feel yourself is bad
And in your look indifference of dead
You not believe
What can correct this all
Leave your prayer Stand
Your can be free
In your brain Lie
But this not obstacle for me
Open your eyes and don't be sad
Your hope is stupid as frankness of dead
And you destroy this real
And your not hear my hopeless appeal.
