Текст песни Молитва солдата - Молитва солдата

A crow is circling above the church
The shadow of the wings lies on the dome,
Like a doomed prisoner above the block
The traveler stands before the icon.

Stars in heaven burn, and troubles fly above the earth,
In the holy church he is a sinner, his prayer flies to God.

How sinful I am before you God
I’m not afraid of my sins, but still,
Help me become who I used to be
Have pity on the old soldier.

Tears from the eyes fall down, to God prayers fell from the lips,
A month in the night gives its light, do not be silent. God give your advice.

Why don't you heed my prayers
Ali you do not believe my words
So ask those who are there with you
It is unlikely that there are satisfied with fate.

Do not deprive me of earthly happiness
Let them bypass the bad weather
So that the snow from the blood is not alele,
And did not sleep on a crude overcoat.

So that they wouldn’t dig graves for the boys,
Do not smoke over the face of the censer
And not in a cassock, but in a veil met
What would not have funeral and crowned ...

A crow is circling above the church
The shadow of the wings lies on the dome,
Like a doomed prisoner above the block
The traveler stands before the icon