How hard it is on the heart sometimes When traveling on this treacherous and narrow path But I continue to walk with you, my Savior How you instructed me to walk after You I am a stranger and prisoner in a foreign land Not loved by anyone, and by everyone forgotten My harp is hanging from the willow tree My song is dying, the strings sound not And often it happens, how cries an infant, Like so, I lament and in mourning I pray And to the glorious homeland, which I dearly love With all my heart, soul, and spirit, I look forward In the azure sky, where the sun rises There, to the skies, I direct my glance There, the tired traveler will find his shelter Where everyones desired peace And an unearthly song will sound 'on air,' With that heavenly song I will join my voice But for now, as a wanderer and prisoner on this earth I just sing my sad song...tḥt ẓlk كەلگىلە، داڭقتايبىز سۉيۉكتۉۉ قۇدايدى Přijď, Bože, Otče náš hyạ tʿạlwạ nfrḥ wnnsẖd zhǔ qiú nǐ gěi wǒ yī kē dǎo gào de xīn 主我愿意 Шоҳларнинг Шоҳи Исо, олқиш, ҳамду сано! طال انتظارنا One thing I ask 圣灵啊求你降临
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