Our souls are extremely spoiled,
like split people of Israel.
we suffer from being alone,
We love only our miseries.
not the miseries of our comrades,
Laitman opens a window to us
and we fly like birds flied from Noah,
comprehending the flood-exile.
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Наши души сильно испорчены,
как разбитый народ Израиля.
мы страдаем от одиночества,
любим только свои страдания.
а не страдания ближнего,
Нам окно раскрывается Лайтманом,
и летим, как от Ноя птицы,
постигая потоп-изгнание.
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Yes! We've accepted sin than Righteous Works. Thanks for sharing.