And people cry harder than they cry quietly... God will let their tears flow. They hesitate when they come dashingly, - Life doesn’t go by without worries... It stinks like everything... And it hurts just like that... In the face of difficulties, her heart grows. I want to wear majestic scars in my heart, That venenia does not go away from a man’s face. We began to laugh through tears, Want it, wear it until evening, Don't waste money on the bakery in the frost, They are still trying to serve others. Their feet often have calluses, And worn out right up to the hilts, Roads not made by Trojans Lead from the sun and the brightness. It’s better to go, for it’s good to know: On this earth, in every way, That Heaven waits for the patient - We know that their faith is alive until God!
