Текст песни Сергей Сарычев и группа Альфа - Молитва

Let me wake up the environment of herbs,
In the waves of transparent to sneak,
You are fair and ever right,
Oh, give me the strength to rise.

Bang, Lord, rain,
Ohm children of their insane
Sogray not wounded fire
His lost and gloomy.

I sleep hard, false sleep,
Among the charred desert
True lost in that house
Where the herbs whisper colored.

Bless my grave work
Feed a rejected hand
Let the eternal herbs bloom,
So far, my work will not be flour.