The salary from our every day sweat
The pay from our study, sleepless nights endless
The fruits of our labour
The doe from our hustle
The benefits of our tussle
On our knees we pray,
That at the end of the day
Our enemies will not sit on our graves
And eat our reward, the fruits of our pain, our gains
While smiling and saying to themselves
"Mehn he was such a workaholic"
"Its a good thing, we now have all of these to ourselves"
No Lord, please don't let it be soš
Finally,
We pray for the grace
To run this race the right way
Only then will the trophy be worth it
We really want to smile and say
I've fought a good fight of faith
Because at the end of the day,
Anything not from you would come with sorrow and pain
Lord, this is our prayer
On our knees we prayš
✍š¾Kremlin
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