Текст песни Сергей Демидович - Жребий

LOT

Do not compare your way with other paths:
Everything is given to each.
Time to get up and fall time,
But remember always one thing:

God alive holds lot your lot
The bowl in his hand is your fate,
Pey and Know: Gold will not burn
Only through death, life comes again.

No need to move old wounds:
All sins are forgiven.
What would people say to you
Calvary do not leave.

As a diadem in his crown
Once you shine you
If until the end of his expensive
Hat my brother, go.