Bil

I open my heart and pain. Grief and death, blood, ruins through. The order crucified peaceful Bucha... There are no words and no tears. Cheer up, people of the whole world! Lower yourselves, powers, ensigns! There were Muscovites here recently, And their camps stood... The sun faded away from the poor man, And the heavenly firmament rocked. There was hell on the Lord's earth, Death was in a whirlwind. Otherwise, it’s better to tie your feet... Then disaster struck, And there’s an incredible amount per soul... Here the horde held its banquet. Quietly bend and the candle of pain, And we mournfully tremble... The nonhumans withered away at our will, Well, we weren’t meant to live in a yoke. Our Father, the Holy One who art in heaven, Incorruptible, righteous Judge, Angels bear Your coming judgment Tim, who can't get enough of kayattya!