Текст песни Александр Вертинский - Игуменья

Fragile needle in a niche niche,
Little woman with rosary in hand.
In this church vaulted you did not become above
Even in this mantle, even in the hood.

Right - Mourning Staff with Blue Sapphire,
Candles are crying thin and ring words.
Little woman, you broke with the world,
Only the memory of the past is still alive.

And when you get tired of watching the choir,
And when to lose the symbol of the words of the saints,
You are looking at a tired gaze
In young waters in the lats of gold.

He looks like ... isn't it? Only he was higher.
Little woman raised joking ...
And leaving his staff in a half-walled niche
Fragile needle cries like a child.