Often people and abused,
And tortured me for,
Often they forgave I it,
What would they have not forgiven me.
And he began to rock me weary.
Bezvinno driven and action -
From the heart feeling bounced:
And I could not forgive him.
Again, I was among the people
With cold, gloomy brow;
but look, where b has addressed,
I met with a happy face!
