Текст песни Музыка для кача - Православная

Hay!
I'm starting to count
Movement towards the eye,
Closed face of dawn.
Night…
All sounds without exception,
The scraps of abandoned phrases
Suppose, as through one, two, three.

To me
Do not hold out for a day
Without those who are absorbed in heart
Holy will of Heaven.
I
I dance in the middle of the fire.
So hot metal
Degenerates into a cross.

The strength of the fire - a matter of time.
Heaven Will's eye views.
Igo love - the joy of the burden.
Eternal life is decided
Here and now!

Peace
In the era of captivity "Hi-Tec"
It pushes the window of the soul,
Administers a fake bill.
Gloom -
Outcome lowered lids.
Blind thrust to the bottom
Babylon survived.

Who
I can not hide your eyes?
Ready to take the open
For the benefit - the yoke of Love?
Night…
Fire storm passes,
And lightning White Men
Savior on Spilled Blood is crowned!

Black soot fell trouble,
It sprinkled with red light.
Only the word "No!" and the word "Yes!"
Save Answers
      for thousands of years.

The mystery of time - river sand,
Dust roads, but the ashes of herbs.
And count every hair
Those who were not right
      and those rights.