Текст песни Сергей Демидович - 1110 Так уж бывает летней порой

So sometimes summer sometimes,
When the sun ray pleases us.
Suddenly the test - as if hand
Sky will close from us.

Chorus:
And if there is no sheep in the pen,
And grapes will not give the fetus,
Anyway I will praise
Lord Christ!

If I split me wave,
In the whirlwind of a vocational day
Vera rising over the bustle.
My soul soul again.

If one day you lose something,
Remember the words of Jesus Christ:
Where your value, there will be a heart.
So, the loss is small.

If a life choice appears:
For Jesus and Fame Fame
Need to lose the sheep in the pen,
I want my soul my soul.