The unmowed fields have sprouted, The wind struck the hit... The Lord's sowings were generous, Grace overshadowed the saint. God has given strength to the rain and the sun, Having looked at holy love, And the women looked at the end - And the heart has all the strength. Overgrown with thick weeds, I ruined the grain of gold, The spikelets have become empty - Holy summer has come and gone. Where did your wives share, no? Why did it take so long to spot the stench? The clouds began to beat under the fog, We greeted you without guilt. You know, baiduja is your share for them, The heart doesn't swell when you get pregnant, Don’t rush to the Lord’s field, I don't feel sorry for the golden ear. Only the Lord will be the reaper, The color starts to dry out... What are you going to say to God, cool, Oh, what kind of God is shining?
