Текст песни этим вечером ангелы плакали - христос

Was at the Christ Child Garden
And many roses he nurtured it
He thrice a day of watering
To weave a wreath itself then
When the roses bloom
He convened a familiar children
They tore down a flower
And the whole garden was devastated
How do you imagine spletesh wreath
In your garden no more roses ?
& quot; You have forgotten that the spikes
Left me & quot; Christ said
And of thorns they wove
Wreath of thorns for Him
And a drop of blood instead of roses
Chelo decorate it ...