Вершы:
Newsboys Simple Man

Procession moves on, the shouting is over Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone Talking aloud as they sit round their tables Scattering flowers washed

clouds As they started to form Chorus I have lived my life as a simple man Should my heart not make a sound I?ve even tried to please the other man

Пераклад: Newsboys. Просты чалавек (на нямецкай).

the clouds As they started to form Chorus I have lived my life as a simple man Should my heart not make a sound I?ve even tried to please the other man