Текст песни Пенкин Дмитрий - Вербное Воскресенье

I'll go to the Temple and twigs of willow
I will touch the soul, tired of losing ...
Dwell ... sigh ... And the first lily of the valley
My soul will open the door to God ... (S.Shishkina)

In the dim light tart,
Where prayer river ..
With a sprig of willow
And oplyvshey candle,
accelerates morning
His Sunday run -
Clean minutes
Many hundreds of years ... (D.Penkin)

As dawn was born
So, I will rise again!
shattered
nightingale song
Day of my unforgettable,
Where I met you ...
Aphrodite in the foam
The best in the world!
In the dim light tart,
As if the blood in his veins ...
Palm Sunday
We were fascinated ... (T.Podolskaya)
...
In the dim light tart,
Where prayer river ..
With a sprig of willow
And oplyvshey candle ...