Everything was white and white in my eyes And God's hands are wise, strong, kind. And fight on crossed swords, Th illness, otherwise the sting of the cobri is vengeful. And if it’s lost, change it to shotsi, І days of turbos - there’s no way around them, I am happy that I live in this world, And love, similar to first love. With love that we can’t grow old And forever the unsatisfactory half-life, Even before the morning dawn Before Jesus on the knee. Let fears and images not be remembered, Maliti before the Lord shomiti, Raise a pure heart to Christ Before the throne of grace there is prayer. At the hour of the night and at the hour of noon, If only there had been no need, You feel the power of God's shoulder - Jesus will reach out to you with love.
