soul

Breaking apart the heart,
giving pieces of heartless,
you will leave only a stone in your chest,
its cold inside forever,
and then do not need to moan,
and do not need to cry about the pain,
choose the fate themselves,
ourselves deprive ourselves of the will,
Handing out the rays of light,
taking out the coals of the hearth,
Do not stay yourself too poor,
Do not deprive your life of warmth.