Текст песни Неизвестен - Как прикрыта пышной кроной пустота

As covered by lush foliage void
But among the green foliage no fruit.
And the gardener worked in vain year, another,
Fruit, alas, there was not gold.

Chorus:
Crying Tree: "Do not, do not cut!
Wait a little! Wait"

Work in vain: the days and nights, how many forces.
The fruit of the fig tree does not want to bear.
Leaves, leaves's joy, beauty,
But the gardener is not pleased emptiness.

A gardener is all about, "How can that be?"
After all, a large fig tree, sorry hack.
It may become fruitful to wait? "
But come autumn, and the third again.

So we cry to God each time:
"Do not cut, Lord, do not, not now,
It may become fertile, hang on. "
But there comes a third autumn look.

Chorus:
Crying Tree: "Do not, do not cut!
Wait a little! Wait"