"The Bread" Along platform Rushed past Express train From under wheels Rolled away Old women head She Looked And looked On the ski Looked And looked Of the blue eyes! and said: Chorus: Not bad, I`m went for the bread!
People are came To looked that Sorowful sicht On this head Which Looked Of blue eyes Very deeply Penetrate of gaze In their heats But this head Only looked Of blue eyes and said: Chorus: Not bad, I`m went for the bread! The end.