My eyes are dry, my faith is old, My heart is hard, my prayers are cold; And I know how I ought to be: Alive to You and dead to me. Oh, what can be done for an old heart like mine? Soften it up with oil and wine; The oil is You, Your Spirit of love, Please wash me anew In the wine of Your blood.Fogadj el! İnanırıq Si quieres saber por qué soy feliz Сен учун юрагимни очаман Тик Һине ҙурлайым yạ rwḥ ạllh fyḍ fynạ ạlận Часто я скорблю и грущу душой Miré con ansia alrededor Сквозь тьму сияет свет и близок уж день Бу ҝеҹə Ҝөјлəрдəн
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