Текст песни Митя Кузнецов - Мать моя Марие

My mother Marie walked across the field
Candles spacing , God asked :
& quot; our God , God, disfiguring the face to us ,
Říčky , pashenichki each kolosichke & quot ;.

Little boys were in the city ,
In the city stood to wait for Christ .
Christ people, appeared in the city ,
and you , the people , you know , we pshentsa post !