The place of fault!

It was you! You were… my cover-up

Formerly in my goodness My Protective Caregiver

While your on my mind, it’s not a sin

But you’ve changed now, You climbed on my lap,

A daily sind to rob and plunder, You wander, anointed and swear

To roam around, to wander with excuses

You have abandoned your goal to desire noise, bearer of guilt, becoming a cave-of-guilt

You made a housekeeper, and you gave her a mother Don’t campaign, don’t advance, don’t clean, don’t lie

Running around, to make their coffee

They don’t know what to bring, a pile of sin

Hanging their pearls, while they pray

For your sake and their sake Before sin came to them, they knew you were going out,

When you’re a sin…

You are a wife-of-sin

To look like a heroine-lion

You died in wandering, you changed Reisa You want a funeral director, with a dead life,

I will pray for your mother every morning They prayed a lot that she would not get involved in gambling To get value for it, your input and output

To live in your body, in the body of your home

Don’t bring them offence, change your behavior

They beg and pray, for the one who delivers the prayer

You to be squeezed, to satisfy your desires

You’re stuck, in a job without a vision,

You’re rushing. Along the street, the city will be covered

If you find someone, who wants your fault

Goof-goof found, like you Your mother did not believe him, swearing to their children

They enter and swear to it, with their prayers

She doesn’t care about guilt, she’s a faithful daughter

They go in to be told to swear

They swear, they don’t care about guilt

On their daughter, on the woman-of-the-sin

To beautify her negativity, farther and nearer

They pass by without accusation with their faith,

Defiles her who accuses her of not having them

Instead, he passes her by arguing

Also pray, Mother Itai Gergsa.