Текст песни Зов Любви - На твоем и моем столе

On your desktop, and my gilded crust of bread,
And in the distant foreign country (land) squints ferociously hungry people.
In my memory, there is a failure, the feud remember ridiculous.
We remember their rights: for pennies gorge bread.

Jesus says: I - bread. So there is no life without God.
Without Him, the soul, as the crypt, and the dead planet without him.

For the hungry there is a reason for the crust to give an estate,
And we sometimes like a dirty broom sweeps crust.
A field full of ripe rye, later in the summer ears of corn.
Good work brother, prove that you are the Lord began to wheat.

If life for you - Jesus, if you're way They merish,
If you know the taste of grief, you open the door tired.
And we have to come up, so Remembering though little used:
If the boss - God, we do not throw the crumbs on the floor and ...