Troubles, troubles, troubles around,
Not a single solution I have found.
When adverse has life become!
Neither friends nor relatives come,
All the ties were false, I were bound.
Troubles, troubles, troubles around,
Not a single solution I have found.
Mayors, ministers had promised me,
Why I cry? ! They would come to see,
They proved to be like dead's mound,
Troubles, troubles, troubles around,
Not a single solution I have found.
The day must come, when I would fly,
The day of truth and the death of lie,
My love would heal, my every wound,
Troubles, troubles, troubles around,
Not a single solution I have found.
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