Текст песни Мазитова Г.З. - Молитва

Tell me, God, is it really impossible at least once mutually?
So that without tantrums of tears and drama
So that spring flows through veins, not fall
So as not to search for pockets of happiness in your pockets
Answer me, God, how much can you
Wait and hope, and again to shreds
Dream and believe, and all to no avail ...
Hear me, I beg ... and again you are busy with something
And on my roof, autumn rain, everything knocks
And it’s not yet known how long
Your trial is oppressing me with an unknown force
I’m trying not to break, which year
He became a salvation and interlocutor
My young black cat
And in the eyes of his smart and very serious
Often I see, God, you
You both look into my soul with reproach
Like "What else do you need, do not torture us ..."
There are still many challenges ahead
But I beg you, do not forget
Sanctify my hearth, my life and my surroundings
And in my worst hour
Just stay quietly nearby ...

Guzel Mazitova