Текст Ida Maria – City Called Heaven

I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow, I’m tossed in this wide world alone
No hope have I for tomorrow, I’ve started to Heaven my home

Sometimes I am tossed and I’m driven, Lord
Sometimes I don’t know where to roam

My mother has reached that pure glory
My father’s still walkin’ in sin
My brother and sister won’t own me
Because I’m tryin’ to get in

Sometimes I am tossed and I’m driven, Lord
Sometimes I don’t know where to roam
I’ve heard of a city called Heaven
I’ve started to make it my home

Sometimes I am tossed and I’m driven, Lord
Sometimes I don’t know where to roam
I’ve heard of a city called Heaven
I’ve started to make it my home