When before my eyes appears harmyder with scattered to all corners of toys, books and other junk riznosortnoho, thoughts in my head plutayutsya,
and the soul becomes Wistfully.
As a folk song about Mexican labour migrants made famous in the film Paris,
Texas Wistfully lamented:“Now that I'm so far from you,
I live without light and love; And seeing myself so lonely and sad like a leaf in the wind, I want to cry, I want to die of sorrow.”.