Текст песни Протоиерей Олег Скобля - Содом

In the light of the world burns fovorskom Angel Sold Phone,
The black carts we leave bleeding uproar.
Forget about home tired brother, we do not return back.
Glass pounded on the wounds of salt, to where cold and pain.

In your hands the white city,
Merciful Lord!
And I want to enter into it!
and I'm ready as before ...
Going on fire stairs,
Before the high gate!
And only in the wind on the lips,
Salty ashes of sins ...

Bright stranger enters the destroyer in the window of foreign cities,
Left under the heart of white thread in the dress sewn crosses.
I see tears in your eyes, forget about hunger and fear,
In the palm of God give his sin, salty ash - a bitter laugh.

In your hands the white city,
Merciful Lord!
And I want to enter into it!
and I'm ready as before ...
Going on fire stairs,
Before the high gate!
And only in the wind on the lips,
Salty ashes of sins ...