I’ll push myself to the point of suffering, To the skin's heart - love, To God - to the bitterly repentant, To the sky - souls with purity. I’ll touch you and crush the ice in your heart, Tears flow down through your eyes And the Kingdom of Heaven will come, To the living nini and forever. More than once to give up strength, How do you feel about bleeding in your heart, Spitting on faith, timidly I can touch my heart. I draw that strength from Jesus... I am both happy and anxious I will push love to evil I touch my good heart on my skin.
