Has time come? I-m fully ready.
If we-ve sinned - there-s no a chance...
We - to prisons, they - to gladness...
Give to children - sun and grass!

When one-s child - the life-s thread-s thinner,
Days are shorter in that age...
Do not scold a little -sinner-,
Pet a child without edge.

You-re a looser if whenever
Cannot understand your child,
Drew child-s whisper - what-s a shame there!
Bigger shame - to raise his fright!

But the sinless children-s tears
Can-t be dried, tho- you confess,
-Tis because they always bear
Jesus Christ in holly rays.

But they which live like in prisons,
Whose arms are the thinnest threads...
People! Brothers! Aren-t these reasons
Why our peace is only death?