From The Last Glass Of Vodka Which Makes The Sound,
Form of god or the blessings shop,
Where the things are more than money, world and above,
She who has a golden heart,
And who forgives all although apart.
Loves she thy child whatever he is,
Criminal, lawyer, engineer or a mere piece,
She shelters him from the worlds hit,
And bears all the pain even if she cant keep.
We call her the mysterious angel or Hand of god,
Which will always remain on …