автор: Lidda

They grit their teeth and moan as only men can do
It`s not despair,it is love for their One
They`ll build a house,a block,a thing or two
We`ll have a roof,at their mercy,as we want
They will be there,always and forever
With love,true grit,and greed,despair;
We`ll love them,just like they deserve
And save our feelings-always on reserve