Текст песни Сергей Трофимов - Помолись

Pray for me
Among the dusty decorations days
In the midst of shameless lies,
Blind Prophets.

Pray chance,
Even the radio is turned off,
Just a word to the sky to marry
Hoping timid.

Chorus:
And where we are with you children
From the first in years of pain,
And where are carried century
As if it were a single moment.

God will hear your prayers,
And through the debris of hundreds of ills
I see a moment
At the end of the road light ...

I beg, pray
For my bewildered life
In the dream that never came true
And they last.

Pray contrary
Howl icy melancholy
From the fact that for my sins
I cast sky.

Chorus

This world for hundreds of years
Seeking the truth, which is not,
After losing its discreet trail
Even at the beginning.

Still, even here,
I'm sure there is a solution,
After reading the short sms
& Quot; Hello & quot ;, miss

After reading the short sms
& Quot; Hello & quot ;, miss
After reading the short sms
& Quot; Hello, miss & quot; ...