Текст песни Сергей Демидович - В старой церквушке

In the old chapel rotted floors,
In the old chapel empty inside.
Only on holidays sinful nation
Bored Lord candle bears.

Near the old churches narosli weeds,
Closing the path to the church door,
And weary priest at the altar
God whispers a prayer and a tear runs down.

Do not cry, the priest,
Soon clap of thunder,
Again will be full
God's house.
People will pull out by the roots
Old weeds,
Light candles,
Will revive your temple.

Patiently waiting for a man, as always, in Russia,
Invitation from God in his holy temple come.
Autumn marks the forehead of the cross,
Pray in humility to had passed.