Текст песни Александр Дюмин - Сон

DREAM

I dream very strange exhilarating dream
As if the Lord God go cap in hand.
Sedin on solid color fallen halls
Quiet in the church I go to the holy floors.

I see a mother on her knees, sad eyes,
Cheek little flashing tears rolled.
Lips dry whisper: "My dear son,
We had to pray would not give time. "

Chorus:
My golden loaves will edge
How long have you given birth to boys born,
Holy Russia - our mother dome
The Church is always to his old calling.

I do not go, do not pray, do not put candles
There was no wind your free nor someone.
His own mother did not listen to the bow did not go,
Where were you before my prophetic dream.

All the soul izbolelas, heart sadness
In this dream I saw the holy morality.
From an early age to believe and mother to read,
What used to bunk Kozeny did not sleep for a lifetime.

Chorus (2 times)