The soul is merrily black, dark... Judah went from his enemies... Mit for the sake of the hut and is unsinging... Laugh in the face of the evil of deception. She threw her hands out, moved her hands... In holy days there is a kiss of sunshine... Surviving Christ's death throes So, no matter what, I cut it for the sake of it. Little zhmenya - not much They gave it disrespectfully, out of laughter, The soul is happy and glad I wanted to commit eternal sin. Look at your uneasy turmoil It's too hot, it's crazy. I won't be able to sleep anymore For sin from a powerful hand. There will be no forgiveness. This is not the blood of Abel - Christ Shed it, Holy Sin, Life-giving and holy. Chi wander around you Iudi Searching for pennies in the dark, On the surface, burn and irritate, Is there blood on the hand?
