Текст песни Иван Вопилов - Небо

Sky, you hear a desperate cry,
Enjoy, these are servants of yours,
Or does not distinguish fire that in the chest
With this god forgotten land?

Where are you, the sky when
You are mentioned
But only water falls on top,
from which lights hoped cool ...

We are not the most terrible,
And redeemed long before us all our sins,
But there is the most important
sin how much do you want, but on Easter the candle is lit,

So why it hurts
And Muchenian everyone whose image in the light of candles
Who prayed to pray
And we love the Most High, but it remained anything,

Their own creation ruins
Honest owner, righteous will
Either loves enough
That is not a pray ...

So let me believe
that he still remembers us
We are not saints, we are beasts,
But why do we exist now

And every day we hopefully.
That the best will be then
And with the hope of heart, we warm
From the faith that was created by the sword and whip ...

Everything will be fine
Everything will be fine
Everything should be good!
Of course, everything will be.

2012.