We, people, everything comes to this world And, as if it had not happened, we lose our trace, We wander along the earthly path, we pass the roads, In which both joy and anxiety are intertwined. Happy beetles and sparkles of farewell, Smiles are joyful and painful in the world, Crooked stitches and straight roads, The pulley on the back presses on our feet. And the sun between the gloom is not good enough to cope with, When you fall, it’s important to get back up. There is fog and the wind howls, And sin weighs like a stone on the heart. Because this everyday world is so accessible Having laid down God's Commandment before humanity. To embellish the beauty of all roads. One there is Batkivsky Porig, At the Dim of the Father, where we are forgiven in Jesus Brothers and sisters to Saint Dusia. With One God, loving Motherland. As soon as Christ is rejected, people are denied I'm happy, I'm wasting love - Without God, no one knows happiness. And through sin the soul hurts, it goes away And with impatience, I carefully check, When an important fault falls from your shoulders, A human being hunched over a tractor. How to throw off the tractor, which has oppressed the soul, How do you know what you lost in the dark? That's all right now - and now I'm tired, What is with us, dear friend! And from day to night the sickness hastily... It’s only quiet in the Batkivsky House with Christ.
