Текст песни отец Геннадий. Странник 3 - 14 В сумерке души

Twilight soul - grind grace,
There is no repentance, nor humility.
Twilight soul - black abyss smooth
Powed his heart to his heart.

Self-polling, spontaneous
The hearthold was just covered by God.
In the burned soul pride eagle
It protects the arright strictly.

And will not fly the spark of love,
It is impossible to humble with something.
And not explain how to say
What you can be mistaken too.

Carefully keeping his opinion about himself,
Externally observing the goodness,
Poor soul, you are already on fire
And to death in the flour of the Middle Kingdom.

Lord, forgive those who have impaired
That he means before you.
Lord, dying their plump dust,
Let their repentance soothes.

Maybe they, grace hung,
Still, you will understand your fall.
Their shuffling spirit has taken out to zero,
Meal, let's pay your creation.