Текст песни о.Олег Скобля - Нательные крестики

Green tea cools
For friendly conversation.
Before the icon of a lit candle.
The snow outside the windows turned.
Side by side on the couch sleeping
Burnt godchildren -
Unearthly silver glitter
Their pectoral cross.

I do not like didactics
But I have to forgive me ...
We all know, in practice,
What is live without God,
As carries over
Series of useless days
And lose their salvation
In the labyrinth of his passions.

Generation of troubled years,
We are all a little sinful,
Just ask daily bread
We have God still.
And when trouble knocks the house,
And this happens,
Before the icon lit candle,
And shed a tear.

We're gone, well, the children live,
And, most importantly,
Their hearts are not dissuade
The fact that we are Orthodox -
In God's faith as they could,
In spite of persecution,
Do not cross meekly bore
On the way of salvation.

Green tea cools
For friendly conversation.
Before the icon of a lit candle.
The snow outside the windows turned.
Side by side on the couch sleeping
Burnt godchildren -
Unearthly silver glitter
Their pectoral cross.