Текст песни Ольга Заворотная - Души моей свеча

Soul of my candle

And in happiness and sadness, I want one,
Keep in His hand.
Soul of my candle.
Heat thine own soul let me flows,
To become me hot,
To become a bright candle.

And if you will turn to meet the storms of life,
And lightning flash,
And the thunder roar.
Above the little candle I quietly whisper
You hold my lot,
Nesёsh my candle.

Do I have to put among the four winds,
It will give power to fire me hands pierced blood.
I quietly whisper over a small candle,
You hold my lot,
Nesёsh my candle.

whether allowing the winds to death rage,
Press down to your hands.
It is easier to die.
You're shaking the power to extinguish the candle,
In your hand and want to live and die.
You hold my lot,
Nesёsh my candle ... ..
In your hand and live ... ..
And I want to die.