All the pain is kinda harvest of our inner dispensation
You write that difficult to struggle with the passions
You are gonna know their fierceness and you will shrink
Like a furious man inflamed in his rage
But other passions that we learn with our skills,
Sometimes they are our own tormentors
Popularity and ambition are cause of the great distress
Chorus:
Carnal passion - deprives the slaves of their patience
And the love of money, it seems to me that our entire soul transforms into itself
like this
When we are all just the kids
And somebody starts to hurt us
Usually kids cant satisfy themselves
So they just begin to cry
It saddens me! So I was crying and crying bitterly
It happens for the best, for the reasoning and i'm no longer feel the feelings of relaxation
But other passions that we learn with our skills,
Sometimes they are our own tormentors
Popularity and ambition are cause of the great distress
Chorus:
