Текст песни А. Колмыков, И. Луньков - Молитва

Do not give me a lung share,
On the road of a friend, sleep in the night.
Burn the palm can
To the loss of the heart of teaching.

The bottom of the time is evil,
I will be a ride and the poor.
Let's suffocate in the wilderness
To the cheerful to zead.

And separated me from the bitten
And give me a bitterness in love,
and per hour appointed to the feat
Forgiven blessing.

Do not pursue a cold link
and darkness of repeated passions
But let me fulfill everything in the power,
But the soul is in the world of raus.

When we roughly and cooled,
take off the spell with me
and protect my bristle
from unreasonable fire.