Текст песни Александр Солодовников - Решетка ржавая, спасибо

Rusty grille, thanks
Thank you, old prison!
This will give could
I just let the staff scrip.

I do not own more thing,
All dimming and depths.
But the sun, the sun, the sun shines
And the soul says quietly.

Fences strong, thank you!
Thank blade bayonet!
This might give wisdom
I just long centuries.

No longer straining ears,
To survive in anxiety day
I hear all the vexation of spirit
From Ecclesiastes to me.

Thank you, light oil lamps weak
Thank you, hard bed.
This could give joy
I just childhood cradle.

Oh, I bet I'm not in the networks of verbal,
When looking for the causes of good and evil,
But I feel the proximity of the wonderful mysteries,
And only faith and love.