Knocks at the end Veskovy wound, The sky is willing The joys of the strumka. I'll smile at the sunshine, Yeasting to God I accept all gifts From God's hand. And the shira prayer The sky decides I know so much I am the cover. I believe the grain It grows in the heart, Praise the unlucky one Lord love. Same anxieties, Mom's little tears comforts with affection Loving Father. І fly towards Nyogo The mercy of the dawn, Refill with light Thousands of hearts.
