The time has come for the tears to hang, Get wounded on that day Suffering and threat will end, Words will be found for new songs. The hour will come - and the testimony of God Let's all say: smell Heaven! When we celebrate the Holy Victory, Blessedness has gone down like dew. In the meantime, why hurt unbearably, The knees are worn out in the fight, And rivers of tears flow into oceans, Continuous prayers from Zhurbi... The day will come. If? Still unknown... Turn around ruined by people. No one can profit from someone else's Let's all reap, sow with tears!
