Текст песни The Cross

Black day, stormy night No love, no hope inside Don't cry, he is coming Don't die without knowing Ghettos to the left of us Flowers to the right There will be bread for all of us If we can just bear We alleet song of salvation A pregnant mother sings She lives in starvation Her children need all that she brings We all have our problems Some big, some are small Soon all of our problems Will be taken by