Текст песни Руслан Силин - Богородица

Ahead of the unkind days, in the predawn hour
In a long way.
In the sky, guiding lights, so that from the holy paths do not roll.
Promise the cries of the raven troubles and a blizzard on the cheeks.

I believe, I will not forget about me the Virgin, God's temple.
Mother cover to the world will fall out of kindness of unearthly.
Golden gold, golden light, which is giving the truth of hope.

Something raised winds to nothing.
The Kush Ryabina by the window will pray on the ground, dropping everything in a hurry.
So that it does not happen in the morning, do not get down on the way, to heaven.
I will pray you alone
Virgin, God's temple.

Mother cover to the world will fall out of kindness of unearthly.
Golden gold, golden light, which is giving the truth of hope.

Ahead of the unkind days, in the predawn hour
In a long way.
In the sky, guiding lights, so that from the holy paths do not roll.