Текст песни Пашка - Дай хоть на секунду испытать святую милость

Give me one second to test the mercy of the holy,
Snow had fallen yesterday to ask about heaven;
Whatever is lost or killed, no matter what happens,
Hearing voices drifting from the sky.

And catch up wandering in the unconscious way,
And to return to the place of the Earth, as it is got;
Show a miracle that it was evident to many,
As reincarnated in your blood wine.

Wind, frost, at least something to believe;
Show them a miracle, a cruel autumn show.
Life always admired the splendid death
Death is always desperately remembers life.

If only a line that night turned out;
Day buzzed and burned a white paper on the table;
All that I lost, loved, did not come to pass
Grow pony on green ash.

Let me justify your ruthless milost-
Faithful chords to find keys
In the garden, where it all began, all the ends, which sought
We when we cut and darning doctors.

Breaking beyond the bounds of freedom cozy sold
Get out at will through the windows - a mirage,
Lie in the grass dry and see their labors;
Grandma - midwife, Death, anything tell me!

Give me one second to test the mercy of the holy,
Snow had fallen yesterday to ask about heaven;
Whatever is lost or killed, no matter what happens,
Hearing voices drifting from the sky.