Текст песни Алексей Витаков - Пасха

Sing the chorus Orthodox divine chorus,
Under papertny moan and under the belfry ringing.
A little boy from the hordes of Batu century -
Brow crush for bow bow.

I downhill past - Easter egg
With soul-pogremuhoy, scorched to the holes.
Malchonochya song floats over the porch,
Sick as land and unhappy, as the world.

But he raises his eyes to the Cathedral
Again, he sees a pale cross
Not dome, which interweaves the choir,
A cross section in rumpled father Shelom.

I downhill past - Easter egg
With soul pogremuhoy, scorched to the holes,
And burns my neck huge Shelom -
The patient as the earth, and miserable, as the world.

And the sky is silent. Under high cross
Shining domes of more than one hundred years.
But lightning is no longer break out the spear,
Spear Peresvet in gaping gloom.

I downhill past - Easter egg
With soul pogremuhoy, scorched to the holes,
A boy sings, separated from his father,
The patient as the earth, and miserable, as the world.