Текст песни Сергей Брикса - Тихо погас

Quietly went out into the night sunset
Garden of Gethsemane bedtime hugs.
All abandoned and forgotten
The Son of God , there is a soul mourns .
There is next to it students
And purple sweat like blood
With his face on the rocks tech
Hard to believe that He is God
I believe that He is God .

    Who are you to suffer so much ?
    Who are you , like , are we to understand?
    You- God , pray, grieve
    Your time has come for all to die.

As soon as the stones , seeing the blood
Able to understand what love is .
But the heart of the people
Where the cold stones ,
Cold stones .