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Music inspiration Muoj Bože(Slavonian song)
Muoj Pane Bože spási mé,
nážkou sem žalúval Ti za dne,
Teť v noci spienam ruki prázdné,
svoje ruky spienam k motlitbie.

Motlitba stúpá k tobie lkaniu,
své ucho nachiľ k biedovaniu.

Muôj Bože z hlubin Ťa volám,
úskostnú motlitbu moju sliš,
Ve smrti spienam ruki prázdné,
ať moju prosbu vislišíš.

Má duša si tak útrapú,
Muoj život pšiblížil sa k prázdňiu,
tam kde je úzkost hlasu zazňie,
tváž ňech teť má co do jam jdu.

Tam kde je tma ať den je bílí,
jsem jak bych žádné nemňel síli.

Translate song:
My Lord, God of my salvation,
I have cried to you by day,
Now at night I clasp my empty hands,
I claps my hands in prayer.

The prayer is rising,
to you weeping,
Turn your ear to my cry.

My God, from the deep I call you,
Hear my anxious prayer,
In death I clasp my empty hands,
So you may hear my plea.

My soul is full of trouble,
My Life´s drawn near the void,
Let the voice of despair,
have a face,
now that I go down to the pit.

Where it is dark,
Even though the day is white,
I feel like I have no strength.

About this drawing:
When Baalmon die he see in his dream or vision his mentor Angemon. He knelt coram Angemon with his prayer of forgiveness for that what he did.
So this is my illusional drawings on which I had thing long time.
My brother say always that I am emocionalist .

Hope you like my drawings scene.

Description
Music inspiration Muoj Bože(Slavonian song)
Muoj Pane Bože spási mé,
nážkou sem žalúval Ti za dne,
Teť v noci spienam ruki prázdné,
svoje ruky spienam k motlitbie.

Motlitba stúpá k tobie lkaniu,
své ucho nachiľ k biedovaniu.

Muôj Bože z hlubin Ťa volám,
úskostnú motlitbu moju sliš,
Ve smrti spienam ruki prázdné,
ať moju prosbu vislišíš.

Má duša si tak útrapú,
Muoj život pšiblížil sa k prázdňiu,
tam kde je úzkost hlasu zazňie,
tváž ňech teť má co do jam jdu.

Tam kde je tma ať den je bílí,
jsem jak bych žádné nemňel síli.

Translate song:
My Lord, God of my salvation,
I have cried to you by day,
Now at night I clasp my empty hands,
I claps my hands in prayer.

The prayer is rising,
to you weeping,
Turn your ear to my cry.

My God, from the deep I call you,
Hear my anxious prayer,
In death I clasp my empty hands,
So you may hear my plea.

My soul is full of trouble,
My Life´s drawn near the void,
Let the voice of despair,
have a face,
now that I go down to the pit.

Where it is dark,
Even though the day is white,
I feel like I have no strength.

About this drawing:
When Baalmon die he see in his dream or vision his mentor Angemon. He knelt coram Angemon with his prayer of forgiveness for that what he did.
So this is my illusional drawings on which I had thing long time.
My brother say always that I am emocionalist .

Hope you like my drawings scene.