It is so important for Syrians to grow in the world, Like mom and dad are starting to separate, Otherwise, we cherished it until we became single-winged... I can’t fly, I’m dumb and powerless. They became orphans not out of good will, For a long time there has been no love in the house, Like a scratched card, I’m waiting for it to die, My patience is gone, my heart is far away One thing after another, and stress because The nets without God are lost in sin. And the children suffer, they don’t have a happy home: They really wanted to hang out until the end. They feel their insecurity, their fear, And Tata rozvag and other mothers are wondering. Or maybe they’ve already been drinking themselves out of grief for a long time, And beg for food in the stormy sea. Return home, to the last blood, Show love to your orphans. In your life, recognize your faults, Don’t joke about the reason for the collapse. Let us submit our hearts to God’s will Sift to find out all the parts. With wide tears you perform repentance, God senses that He will help you in your suffering. And that woman is wise who keeps her house trimmed It's okay, the children's Bibles are starting. And whoever got lost, wiped off the bag, Ask for God to bless you in peace of heart. Start taking care of your children Give me a good butt in life, So that the rocks of death do not sink into the suffering, And you should not reap the crops in the plant. How will you begin to live according to God’s Word, Truth and love will have no mercy. There will be peace for the house, father, and mother, And your children will be happy and forgive you. Flee from sin, and not from your children - And there will be no more orphans in the world. A short life is not required for Marnuvati, To live in love is to heal the sky.
