Текст песни Сергей Демидович - На высокой горе

On a high mountain, God founded my home,
Planted a vineyard, dug deep.
He shielded from enemies, did everything and said:
“This is My precious vineyard.”

This is My, this is My dear vineyard,
Blood purchased by the Saint.
He is Mine, yes, he is Mine.
Wind, heat and cold will not do you any harm:
This is My precious vineyard.

Evil winds will come, do their hard work:
Ruin, destroy the house
Burn the vineyard with fire.
But the rock is high and the words are heard from heaven:
“This is My precious vineyard.”

There is a place on the mountain, everyone is invited.
Bow before the Lord
Pray and speak.
And you will hear the words: “I am calling you from heaven.
This is My precious vineyard. ”