Василий Ясевич

When I find the sense of the sound of the mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be. And in my yard, she's standing right in front of me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be. Let it be. Let it be. Let it be. Let it be. Whisper words of wisdom, let it be. When the broken hearted people living in the world of grief, there will be an answer, let it be. The only maybe part of the theory, still a chance that they will see. There will be.