I have mercy on Your creations First of all, go through the window... I see the sky is bright blue, Enlightens my spirit there! Wakes up the vision, What the hell, buwa, pozse. How I love to marvel at the mountains, On Khmarini, nemov meringue. Those bottomless, endless wonders I got sick more than once. No, no makeup, no cold, angry - Peaceful sky in the hour of prayer... I breathe in on the back of my chest Mercy - for You are my God. In the blue sky (and nowhere else) I want to escape from worries. I can easily escape from the ground, I’ll forget to put in the big boot I on the krills, nemov leleka, I will stumble in Your tents! 25 April 2020
