Текст песни Наталья Трясцина - Жизнь как подвиг

Piercing , subtly and gently
I watched it in the cloud .
And almost rustled hope.
And a candle trembling in his hands.

And the choir sang around Gethsemane ,
What's life - it is a feat of longing .
And it tastes tart, Slavic
Compress the heroes of whiskey.

Hey , the choir ! Today you are a fake .
All life - it is a feat of love .
And if you embrace the whole world ,
That light will shine in the blood .