Текст песни отец Геннадий. Странник 3 - 17 Эпитафия

Killed my bones
To pure soul to appear.
We are once the guests come,
Honor is time, in general, know.

White snow slips the grave,
Spring choir makes "rest",
What is deserved that treaded -
Neoscopeably close with you.

The problems are not clear on Earth
That without the body is extremely clear.
On earth not to hear poems
That the angels are raised.

The souls will be a loving God,
Only love is a constant law.
Life was used, and the court for the results,
We live so little and scary.