Life was born. The erysipelas have been clarified The lower springs of earthly human troubles. Life was born. I search for reliable docks In the quiet sleep of days that have eternity to fly. And the living motive sounded, painfully familiar to everyone - The first cry of silence spins away the vanity. She smiled at her mother because she was so tired She poured out her veneration to Jesus Christ. Life was born to love, endure, suffer, To bear the cross, and having proudly drawn the crown, Put your hands together and wipe your mouth in the stain of your hat With the blood of those who stood for the truth to the end. Life was born - and they gathered into humble tribes... And the original words sparkled: - My God, - pray to the mother, - children from sin and pride, And save and take away from the anger of people. How scary it is to put a piece of a dirty kat into your hands Let him go to the scaffold or to the crucifixion. There is even more joy in Pilate’s bright and cheerful smile Get to know life. Life given by God.
