Текст песни Александр Холмогоров - Птица - инок

Bird ink

Poems and melody A. K. Kholmogorova

According to God's destruction
In the subway silence
birds wonderful singing
Inok birds in me.

The world died in the end of
from beating candles
where only birds singing
And humility of eyes.

For life unexplored
In the subtybid depth,
becoming a bird to the protected
The voice of the ink in me:

You, Lord, accept me
on prayer and sins
At sunny day
To the life of the eternal shores,
where the tree is planted
and the river of crystal waters,
And the voice of escament
Birds are all calling me.