Текст песни Лукашин Андрей - Псалом 108

God's praise, not silent!
Surrounded the enemies of me strong
Rest not even in the night
Enjoy without any reason with me.

For loyalty to my, for good and love
I am called to the Terrible Battle,
Wanting shed uncultural blood,
I make a prayer for them.

Save and humbly, my God, me.
I am poor and a beggar, and suffer severely.
You - God almighty, you are the king of being,
And I, like a shadow, disappearing on Earth.

Knees looked at my from the post,
And the body lost the lifeful strength.
I curse the wrong mouth
And the soul is noted by my grave.

I became a mixture for enemies I my
Related to me nod your head.
Oh God, save from the persecutors of evil,
And your mercy will be with me.

Let them know that Dandy Your
I still retained from Padena.
They will plunge ... and with joy I
You will have my song of Chat!