Текст песни ВИКТОРИЯ БАРЛАДЯН - Компромиссов быть не может

The world is slipping paint
It’s impossible to draw with them
And tells tales
From which it is difficult to fall asleep
Lures into their networks
And sucks the juice
God's children can only
Keep from him

There can be no compromise
I am not of this world
Why should I be like him
I am cleansed of the earth and there is my home in heaven
Yes, I'm a white crow, but I do not regret

The world feeds its food
From which only harm
Those who do not seek the Lord
Falls into this network
And his lights shine, impossible to resist
Only God's children know
How to go and win