Текст песни Алиса Фрейндлих - Молитва Марты

I am a woman, Lord!
Give me helpless, forces,
To strong help,
To become a staff
For who are tired in a hurry.
Let dark be dark
So that no one saw my tears
My tears did not see.
It's hard for me.
I am a woman, Lord!
I gave my nights.
Lucky love and for affection,
For anxiety for children
For dreams and sweet sighs.
Well, why on this night
You let the revolvers and bombs,
Revolvers and bombs!
I'm scared.
I am a woman, Lord!
Mother of the washed world.
And to whom, like me,
Protect the cradle
And take away the hostility and murder.
In this dark night
Oh, Lord, strengthen my strength!
Strong my strength!
It's hard for me...