Happy Color 2
My god forms battalions all night,
Aimed at shooting, fighting.
My god tolerates my curses
And wipes his glasses.
My god is not hiding behind my back,
He spreads a veil over the children.
My god buys hemostatic
And it's time to donate blood.
My god can't sleep yet,
When the whole country stands guard.
My god allows me not to forgive
And call everything as it is.
