Текст песни Третий Рим - Лики святых

Months, years, days I'm waiting for a miracle
Hands over his head somknite.
My faith, come back out of nowhere
Thrust Poor orphans, their doors open.
Let vegetating fear we are not afraid
Our hearts are warmed sunlight
Head to put on the stage of paradise
I do not sin and do not repent, no.

The faces of the saints watchful eye
Temples of people chained to their peace
We are all equal, and do not hide under the mask of the face
You take when you are persecuted everywhere

Smart takes a candle, take stupid freedom
Tricky goes blank, but each will take the heat.
Weak in her face throw the holy water.
Again continue the path of human life ring