Текст песни Матушка Ия Любченко - Вечеря

Supper

Surrounded by a crowd on a bed
He was in a mysterious thought.
Burning, the lamp was shaking
The night was in the yard.

Nobody dared to speak
And for the battle did not feel strength.
I, clinging to his chest, asked:
- Who will betray you, Lord, who?

And clinging to His chest, I got stronger
A blue dusk looked out the window.
He served me wine and broken bread.
I walked with the others onto the porch
Without losing sight of Him; I couldn’t make out anything
Only the moon smelled in the face.
The whole road was in silver
We walked through familiar gardens
A vague whisper walked through the ranks
The night was in the yard.

Nobody dared to speak
And for the battle did not feel strength.
I, clinging to his chest, asked:
- Who will betray you, Lord, who?
Who will betray you, who? ..