خلاصه ماشینی:
It curls up like a ball The hedgehog of my heart Stings my delicate soul Its sharp, problematic thorns By the way, will you let the hedgehog of my heart Enter your own heart?
God's Doll I am a doll A doll of the one who is behind the curtain His hands have made me I am a doll God's doll God's dear and little friend A rag doll that night after night Falls asleep in God's lap Rides on the delicate wings of angels And goes to the courtyard of the sun In the mornings, God gives me Warm bread and sunshine When night comes, He Swings me In the white cradle of the moon By the way, God Himself has sewn A new dress for me But instead of buttons, He has sewn a few stars And He has also put A little bit of Himself in my pocket A rag doll does not have a heart But God A heart began to beat in my chest The marbles of my eyes Did not know how to cry One night, it Drip by drip, trickled from the corner of my eye This rag doll Is God's handicraft How much His laughter Is like the laughter of angels Shh!
I think God's doll Has fallen asleep again Or has ridden on the delicate wings of angels To the courtyard of the sun Goodnight, God's doll God's dear and little friend
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