Текст песни Мой путь, как других, не украшен цветами - Мой путь, как других, не украшен цветами

My path, like others, is not decorated with flowers,
fragrant roses do not grow on it;
My path is all strewn with thorns alone
thorns needles only grow on it.
I walk, my legs are badly wounded,
and the way ahead seems difficult to me.
but the voice in my soul is somewhere far away,
confidently whispers: "Don't be afraid, go!"
The Savior instills that voice into my soul,
and gives strength to fight against sin.
Heavenly kingdom promises to give me
love and bliss forever with Christ.
And this path seems easy to me,
and joy dwells in the heart more fully,
For I'm getting closer to Blissful heights
where eternal joy and light of eternal days.
Here is the voice that invites me from heaven:
"Tired, exhausted traveler of the earth,
the holy reward awaits you,
enter heavenly glory quickly!