Vela stezhina near the village, She led to her native village. The cholo shone with joy, My thoughts were happy. I didn’t get into the nightingale’s shoes, It was pouring in the air. I sat joyfully for a month, The colossus whispered about something. Dew, like God's grace, It sank on the grass from the sky, To fool them out of love, It shone with pure tears. Here the grass is surging Nichna komakha nevgamovna, I declare to the world about myself, Life is always full of love. I stand quietly among the bread, I'm afraid to wake up the alarm Carelessness with sliver – And good night to ruin. How great is our Creator! How to love Your creation! I am creative at the end - I lift up prayer to Heaven.
