Jesus, please, help me.
My spirit doesn't free,
I'm fall in a love,
I'm must lean on a staff.
Otherwise I'll lost heart,
My nervous doesn't so short,
This love like a shot.
And what I do, what?
My body haven't a rest,
And where it search, on the east or west?
I love and that's all,
Maybe in Amur's hands I'm only a doll.