“I’m dying, so what is my primacy?” 1M.25:32 It’s a shame to silence the dying cry Used the fields. І axis in the future again - And I know who loves their share. Tireless legs and weak hand - I remember men fishing. And the blood is hot, black and sticky, There is a breeze on the chest and dryness on the palms. Great power has come to life in the flesh... Let the wind blow your hair. How small is the earth, Yakbi had a chance to pay! And nini shvidshe, shvidshe-bo there, Dad’s father’s plans have grown up. There is a good hedgehog, some water there, New home and secrets. - O Jacob, please me. I have enough torment, I have no patience. And your boiled red wine is more delicious. My persecution has tired me out so much. Give birthright? Take it. And what do I have to do, since I’m dying? The home of all future times I choose none of the bliss. The coldness of the body began to spread. Tired of sticking your cheeks... Having fallen asleep in the warmth of the night. Having fallen asleep for vanity and gunpowder forever.
