Пусть сбудется все то, о чем мечтаем: Молитвы...

Let all that we dream come true:
May our prayers be heard by God!
And the souls of loved ones will be our paradise
Where there is no betrayal, unrest and anxiety ...

And if the pain is a clawed gray paw,
It sticks into the heart so that you can’t breathe
Give tears, God, and the opportunity to cry,
Beloved snooping in the chest ...

May our plans be grandiose!
Hopes and dreams come true!
And more often we will look at the stars ...
And will our thoughts be pure ...

But somewhere in the unconscious mind with a gray mouse,
For no good reason.
Slowly scratching a little thought:

... let all that is silent come true ...