Текст песни Назарянин - До цiлi святої

Not spring flowers, not silk-grass
Covered my way that I follow You.

To the goal of the saint I follow You,
I trust you, I hold on to you,
For You are my Savior, my faithful Jesus.

I'm old, I'm sick sometimes,
And the clouds of life float over me ...

To the goal of the saint I follow You,
You are young, I cling to you,
For You are my Savior, my faithful Jesus.

I love you with a stick of love.
Nothing can compare with your beauty.

To the goal of the saint I follow You,
I rejoice in you, I hold on to you,
For You are my Savior, my faithful Jesus.