I want to marvel at Your eyes, Bachite those whom the world cannot bash, Deyu, invisible to the human eye In the midst of the tears of mothers and children. I think: “God is cruel, I don’t feel And until suffering, until death, I throw the call in vain To the One Who Himself willed death for people. Through the suffering of the people, through the torment, To free us from sin and death. Everyone was surrounded by punching hands... Who was able to earn more for humanity? The world will pass by on New Year's Eve, And he picks up untruthful ways. Kozhen is strong in the eyes of his wise men, I think he himself is reaching the heights. The doors of hearts have been locked, Years to reach out and catch up! The powerful gods have filled the world of people. How can they reach the heights of heaven? God is not far from us, The only cry is to put an end to all bad things. I condemn the evil and insecurity, Pass through the fire and through the water. How to shout to people's hearts, How to touch and how to grasp, Did you feel like you had turned to God? He is on the lookout for everyone and wants to save everyone. He raises a storm on the sea, Storms and winds are blowing from the sky, But he’s not concerned about people’s grief, Soothe all our pains and needs. Pragne's hearts will awaken people's hearts, What has become hardened, God wants cutaneous synovitis, Take him from your wings. She sends her servants everywhere, The cry of people is to take it to yourself. Today he collects leather from his path: Chi to death, and chi to heaven.
