At the road cross poklonny.
So many winters and so many years.
Everything stands my inflexible
The storms, the troubles in the response.
I'm going on my way.
Cross of worship, save.
Get the alarm out of the way,
Strengthen your heart with faith.
All remorse and weeping,
What is so rich in the soul,
Turn your luck on the way.
All. Fuck me…
Leisurely…
Two thousand eighteen