Текст песни отец Геннадий. Странник 3 - 19 Линия фронта

The front line goes west
And can not return to the east.
Like locusts, day after day, in stages
The gray-green mass of crawling.

And once the heavenly protection
Earth from the malice of enemies Save,
Virgin most pure, fiery word
I pray the Lord's strength these days.

All this is reality, not a dream passes,
As in the picture frozen letter
Trampled into the ground by a great shoe,
A bullet pierced a window in the house.

And not tolerate blasphemy of all villains -
Temples are smoking, the icon in the ash.
All - for sins, but the descendants of once
If they pray toward this earth.

Spreading smoke from rockets and missiles,
The sun sets in the mist of blackened,
How many units did not return,
How many died in the terrible war.

But Russia is not forgotten God.
It will end the slaughter, victory is coming,
Before his death, the earthly temple
Our Country will find the king.