Call Nadezhda

Although my name has long been Nadezhda, I wish I had at least a little hope now. Under people's beautiful clothes God's just judgment has disappeared.

Suddenly my dreams, like pieces of ice, broke off, And it was not the summer breeze that blew, The heartstrings were painfully torn, A stream of bitterness poured into my soul.

And I walk sadly under the stars And as for help, I ask for mercy. Life has become boring and disgusting, I will be sad with you, my friend.

I will be silent and I will listen Your story about God’s love. Friend, warm the cold hearts with prayer And call me to hope.