Текст песни С.Пиндус - Легенда

Christ the baby had a garden
And he grew many roses in it;
He watered them three times a day,
To weave a wreath for yourself later.

When the roses bloomed
He called the Jewish children;
They picked a flower
And the garden was all devastated.

- “How will you weave a wreath now?
There are no more roses in your garden! "
- “You forgot that thorns
Remained for Me, ”said Christ. (2p.)

And from thorns they wove
Thorny wreath for Him,
And drops of blood instead of roses
His brow was adorned.

- “How will you weave a wreath now?
There are no more roses in your garden! "
- “You forgot that thorns
Remained for Me, ”said Christ. (2p.)

For some reason your face
So stained with blood;
But suffering you do not care
Filled with love.

- “How will you weave a wreath now?
There are no more roses in your garden! "
- “You forgot that thorns
Remained for me, ”- said Christ. (2p.)