Текст песни Гр.Они - Глины кусок...

On the hill, shrouded in mist,
He watched with pain and anguish ...
Reach century and early in the morning
He will raise his cross there ...
On the bush to the ground klonimy wind
He watched, knowing in advance:
Cross crucifix becomes a tree,
His exalt over the world!

And moan in a temporary space somewhere froze ...
He worked all of whom he loved more than life itself.
In the hand of the Creator of the universe - a piece of clay.
Even a little bit and in these veins life will stream juice!

A piece of land in his hand squeezing,
He humbly looking forward ...
Sobbing mother, barely alive;
"Crucify Him" ​​- people screaming ...
All the mournful sound of the universe,
Sobbing, the second to the Creator:
- Why are you such agony?
(& Quot; Why are you such torment? & Quot;)
- I decided. I love them ...