From the heart of a person to God in the song, Piv waved at the high ceiling, Strong, strong, and sick, But no wonder. From human pain to the sky - in the words Quiet, quiet and goofy, Blessed, rotten, tearful, stubborn, The same thing is true. Singing words, singing words, or not singing words, And although they stumbled, they didn’t drink To walk the road in the middle of the night, So that I can break the peace between God and myself, Pivkrok hopes and faithfully fights – Heart with prayer.
