Life is hard and unknown, All people are in the jokes of the primary mark. So, persecute “him”, skinny for us, Having wandered my way, I don’t know where to go. All the work, effort, effort, Everything that we invested in during that summer, All life means nothing to the wind, And everything on earth is worthless. And the spirit languishes so much, it doesn’t know how to rest, Everything is foreign to anyone on earth. The spirit is before God, and life must pass, Depriving the wrinkles on the face. It’s so important to walk and your feet hurt, Bloody wounded about the fireplace. Life wears down the body to the point of illness, The first axis is created from the end. About the soul is wounded, the innocent bird, This is how it goes for the rest of the hour. How important is it to us in this world? How few people have suffered trouble before us? Ale we are tolerant, we deserve it, And there will be less, there will be less, How many evils have we, people, committed, And it’s not easy for us to get rid of our wealth. And God suffered even more in the human body. Why don't we deserve it? And people knew in sinful Swaville, They spat in the face of the Saint of God. It is important for us to touch those fears, What did Jesus experience in Gethsemane... The wine is of its own... And the herbs are dry A light wind gently moved. Everything, as before, is a little warmth, quiet, The sky is clear and the stars are flickering. And they learn to sleep, they don’t feel bad, The little birds are singing songs in the garden. Jesus Christ, who did no harm, Having lost myself, I am lost to the whole world. We prayed with prayers to the Holy Father - I mixed with specks of blood from Yogo. For humanity I am ready to die, I want to know: the bowl is so necessary, It would be easier to erase everything from memory... In tears, the blessings of the Father are relieved. And who would encourage this important thing?! Having known that there will be terrible suffering, And the hour is so unblessed and unpretentious Approaching the court. Bida is approaching. And the teachers were sleeping. Lish Father of Saints It’s an important time to pamper and brighten up, To help you feel the pain In the mountains, the hem and the heat, and the joy. And on the cross, if the Father deprived Because of our important sins, why stone... Vin died voluntarily in silence. Throwing my love over the brows. The Great God, having resignedly accepted the torment, - Worthless people have drunk the Creator, The holy innocent hands pierced the flowers, Like the whole world was so tenderly embraced. And we are careless, sinful egoists - We call our share of power more than once, We wring our hands and bite our lips in anger And we think: singly, God has left us. But God does not deprive us of anything. I'll tell you in advance that you didn't bother me, The mountain sings to us broadly, I wanted you to be crucified. You can love us, even if we are wounded forever, I spit at the Holy Face, Let's plan graciously, But everything on earth is dark and empty. Only God is the Truth, as people joke, Meta of life and creation of all worlds, Probach, Jesus! Without You I am nowhere, You are my Lord and You are my Savior!
