Текст песни отец Геннадий. Странник 2 - 9 Перспектива

The sky blackened from sorrow
A lead thunder storm is approaching.
Hail knock out what we planted,
Only one vine can stand.

The vines have a special service:
The berries carry bloody juice.
If you allow humiliation,
Red color will sweep the earth.

And there will be no happiness and joy
The icons will start to beat again.
And there are those who are for fun
Hurry to destroy monasteries.

Many will decide - it's over
But the move has not yet come out of life.
All thunderstorms will be cleansed by rank
Faith will blossom from Russia.

And the angelic lyre will rise
He will proclaim to the Almighty praise
And in every corner of the world
Orthodox rumor is heard.

The world will rise, though not for long,
Feeling the vital moisture.
So the Lord from the Sky Hall
Heralizes his last call.