Slozy under brahma

How much trash there is in the temple And they are more important, and they are even more valuable. The one behind the sign here at the gate I'll swear on one knee. I spend everything the way I always have This cannot be relieved from the yoke of sorrow, There is silence again. The sky is ridma rida in Movchanni. It's crowded by God's gods, You won’t be there forever, Where to hang proudly between the motlokh Basic images of “non-Khushtans”. And I don’t shed any tears... I can smell only a little grimness. I cry... And the sky is crying. It's probably about the massacre. L.F.V. A beautiful heart means you will be young forever. The soul is beautiful - always undying. And if I want to call it a day, Have a good laugh in the future. Rejoice in the days that bear sorrow, Cheer up, my dear, for good things to come... May God's love light the candle My soul never fades away. And the love that God has infused in you, Give to people without love. Darma, what if you don’t understand, To love people - play their shares. And those who want to kick the rocks are not a problem. They contain deep wisdom and the power of faith. The soul is beautiful - always young. And Bosia’s spirit is forever undying.