Текст песни Аля Кудряшова - Не прошу тебя о наградах

I'm not asking you for rewards
Give me only, Lord, a son ...
The vineyard works in the garden,
Tramples with bare feet.

I ask not spirits, not kerchiefs,
Not duels, not competitions,
Give me only, Lord, son,
Son with blue eyes.

The sun went down behind the rocks
The sunset over the river is glowing
The grower caresses the branches
With a gentle, careful hand.

The leaves of the aspen do not tremble,
The owls are laughing in the thickets ...
Give me only, Lord, son,
And then do what you want.

I'm talking nonsense, don't listen
Don't sneer at the silly goose
Have mercy, have mercy. And better
Give me, Lord, a son.