The soul is scarred like a fish in scales.
Tear burning moat on the cheek.
Burning fire. Screams of a small child.
Not saved-will remain only smoke.
Tightened the wounds of love and light.
The scars also disappear with time again.
When, for hand firmly, go with God –
Will remain the entire the trouble for threshold.
And it's an easy life the way.
The light will spread wrinkles and ditches.
And disappear from the soul scales of anxiety.
On the wings are sky – high banners.