Текст песни Новый путь - 17.Ограда и свежий холм

A fence and a fresh hill
An armful of fresh flowers ...
This is your home -
The fruit of many years of work.

You appeared in this world
Like a spark to burn
I believed in a ridiculous myth
That only death awaits you.

Why did you live in the world
And trampled the earth for what?
You met the sun at dawn
Rejecting his Creator.

The outcome of your life is terrible;
The fence and the fresh hill ...
Everything turned out to be superfluous
Unnecessary to your new home.

While you are still breathing My friend!
Thick scent of flowers
And you hear the birds playing, -
Answer the Lord's call!

While you are still breathing My friend!
Thick scent of flowers
And you hear the birds playing, -
Answer the Lord's call!

A fence and a fresh hill
An armful of fresh flowers ...
This is your home -
The fruit of many years of work.

While you are still breathing My friend!
Thick scent of flowers
And you hear the birds playing, -
Answer the Lord's call!

While you are still breathing My friend!
Thick scent of flowers
And you hear the birds playing, -
Answer the Lord's call!