Ostrich head in the sand and all quiet.
The coward is afraid to tell the truth.
Place opinion now in my opinion,
Incense burns on the fires of love.

A herd weed grass likes,
Not a step out of the pen, damn it.
That time is ruining your life.,
You didn't get it by going over the rosary.

All sizes have long been,
And the spirit will find its body.
From the heights of heaven we have a cute,
Even the most evil villain in white.

But descending disembodied into three-dimensionality,
You understand that the segment is not long,
And comes incomprehensible audacity,
Try to open the canopy.

Lift the veil of the mystery of birth,
Remember who you were here and when you were here.
But the road is a generation long,
He won't let us go around the whole ship.

Only the spark of insight will be warmed,
Comes it is time to return.
And with heaven our life only a moment,...
For it and will have to fight.