Текст песни Виктор Третьяков - Блудный Сын

I'm tired of the war that in and around,
And evil will not collapse,
But today, opening his this vicious circle
I am leaving in the main their way.

I confess aloud and with pride I'm sorry,
Run down to one of the churches,
And in the eyes of old women, awkwardly crossing themselves,
Stand by Your icons.

Calm recalcitrant my soul.
Give me a sip of faith and poor shelter
I'm tired, I've been standing on the threshold:
I would knock on the door, but do not give sins.

On whether the soul reigns Satan
What I could not in any way be reconciled with You,
And while this war goes on
Do not chase me, O Lord, you hear? I am yours.

How many losses and riddled notes
But today subside fights.
I will go through this door, paid with his life for the entrance,
And I will give it into thine hand.

And through the sinful flesh, as it were, I never can wondered
Dokrichus to celestial peaks
And the Lord answered: & quot; I've been waiting for you.
Welcome back! With the return of prodigal my son! & Quot;