Текст песни Александр Мирзаян - Прости, Господь, что столько сил

I'm sorry Lord that so much strength
I have left meager thoughts
What i tried this world
Measure with mortal lips.
I'm doing the same thing now ...
What are the unknown basics
Treble and Bass Clef
Trying to open this door?

Why, why so much power
Comes to the song lines, -
I really want to get there
In your own homeland to the prophets?
Because he didn’t lie in music,
He didn’t hide the stone behind his cheek,
Lord, do not make a hero
Putting it on the waist in a pedestal.

Thank you bright for
That I didn’t dream of freedom
Wine did not grease the pen
And he was not fashionable in the province.
Among the happy, I sang
In shoes bought for growth,
My voice will immediately betray me
Whatever words I call.

But still the turn is coming
And we spin on the record
And a new tribe will come,
To take me with a knife and fork.
Why with a feather in a handful
We also thought: "Wings! .." -
And found the guilty
Trying to save something? ..

I’ll come to a simple truth,
Ile will bring me luck
And the profile of a schoolgirl alone
Will fate change again?
Where did the music lead us
Why are there pigeons above us
Why so hold on to the stone
With a cold name - Earth? ..

May my sorrow be high
The starring pack will raise:
I'll peer into the distance
Changing words for gold, -
And deserted forests
The exclamation of cranes will wake
And a lone leaf of aspen
He will look to heaven with hope ...

1985