Текст песни Олег Погудин - У врат обители святой

At the gates of the monastery holy
It was begging
The poor withered , almost alive
From famine , thirst and suffering .

Chunk only bread he had requested ,
And the eyes are alive flour,
And someone put a stone
In his outstretched hand .

So I prayed for your love
With bitter tears , with anguish ;
So my best feelings
Deceive thee forever !