They are the flows of light,
That are coming to you,
You should not show them around,
You must absorb them in full.
It's as a kiss from heaven
As the embrace of light -
summer dust killed by rain and
Sin conquered by Christ.
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Это - потоки света,
идущие на тебя,
Их не надо показывать,
их надо впитать в себя.
Как поцелуй света,
Как объятья небес.
Как дождь на пыль летом -
Христос победил грех.
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