I drew the letters on the paper, I cut the tip of the sentences Let the photos be silent for a while, let's be quiet and listen a little There is something called patience, remember, remember my mother Look how the stars are shining, the lights of God are open Which is more tired on the way of the traveler? We did not bury the army of one rifle Yes, God, we are not dead yet Which is more tired on the way of the traveler? Let the sorrow rest inside Let's go to the one who has gone The blood of those words is white as blood Let's have fun in the last spring There is something called patience, remember, remember my mother Look how the stars are shining, the lights of God are open Which is more tired on the way of the traveler? We did not bury the army of one rifle Yes, God, we are not dead yet Which is more tired on the way of the traveler? Let the sorrow rest inside Which is more tired on the way of the traveler? There is something called patience, remember, remember my mother Look how the stars are shining, the lights of God are open Which is more tired on the way of the traveler? We did not bury the army of one rifle Yes, God, we are not dead yet Which is more tired on the way of the traveler? Let the sorrow rest inside Let's go to the one who has gone Yes, yes, yes Yes, yes, yes Yes, yes, yes Yes, yes, yes