I'm so tired that I can't sleep,
I already read the Bible inner deep
The preacher keeps me on my knees
To wander and to travel
And to sleep when I am able
Maybe I was an old path
Maybe I was a raincloud
Maybe I was a mountain inside of Russia
Maybe I was a good road
Maybe I was a secret
Maybe I was a river flowing in Russia.
But I'm so tired and I can't sleep,
I already read the Bible inner deep
A preacher keeps me on my knees
To wander and to travel
And to sleep when I am able.
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