Текст песни р. Б. Сергий Покровский - Молчание

Silence
Silence. I love the silence ,
Bol likely not confused hubbub ,
All yesterday - on the road , I go ;
Let the soul , in its place there is only God .

And the thought of the second , here , bells ,
Measured as the heart beats,
Floats jingle bells , already in the field ,
It floats in the wind ringing in the world it pours .

Oh , hands are freezing cold to write,
And , what to write , though I advise you ,
This year itself could wait
At some point somewhere before dawn .

When sing like nightingales ,
I did not prevent , in the desert departed ,
And coming to her, not seeing the DIG ,
On his dying praying soul .