ONE

Which year live alone
Without the help and support
The widow's Cup emptied,
And there is no peace here any minute.

OTA loneliness the heart of vivarta
And cold covers my soul,
And I became is not the same,
And despite all the regrets I have to live.

I have to live for kids
Beloved great-grandchildren, grandchildren, cute,
To be pressed against the chest
And to protect them from mean and rude.

Run to the end
I was not tormented by conscience,
They were filled with hearts
Love, kindness and patience.