LYRICS

Say my cloud le white,
whence thou goest decorating your My flown?
not you see my father Dvori
not you hear her mother talk?

As you makes Mojto child sweetly,
with foreign people, foreign bread DeLillo?
you tell her cloud le white,
that alive and well here saw me.

and bear its my good health.
many mine, little remained,
coming into the village to go back, go back
mother to hug.