Текст песни Маяк Спасіння - Под Горой Смоковница

Under the mountain fig tree grows,
How it applied the labor ...
The third year of the gardener it is,
And she is all unfruitful ...

The apparel is lush,
The branches of dissolved above the ground,
A gardener sad to say:
"What, tell me happened to you?

Remember when you were a blade of grass,
I'll diligently watered,
You're under the sun has risen rapidly,
And your fruit unto me the joy filed.

Proud enveloped leaves,
You can kill yourself because:
Yesterday ordered the owner of your
I you, barren, cut down!

But he was in tears, I begged,
He gave you a period of one more year,
& Quot; log cabins you mean it, - he said -
If I do not give it its own fruit & quot; »

Oh, my friend, do not you we are with you,
Without work and live without fruit?
We left the joyous peace,
Execution of the judgment waiting ...

But the Lord does not want us to ruin,
He has extended the term of our lives,
Let us serve the Lord,
Mindful of the lessons of the fig tree.