Mit kayattya

Stop chattering! It's a miracle. It’s hard to bleed your heart, The curtain fell from the eyes of the crooked. Buzz hi mite. In the spirit of Christ's love There will be bridges until eternity - Prayers come first with the word: “My Lord, forgive me...” “Forgive me, my Lord!” – and at the holy heights This quiet cry will sound like triumph. The angels rejoice, for this is dignity Happy to eat. The sky is sleeping. Well, it’s no wonder: I found my sense in one more life. And maybe it looked happy first At maybuttya.