Текст песни Сестри Тельнюк - Молитва

It gave birth to ruta, ruta -
Will our poison.

T. Shevchenko

Make me your scourge,
Strike, shot, ammunition,
That there was at least black smoke
Over a unique day.

Let the shameless eyes eat
Those who live without tears and honor,
Who threw away both love and anger,
Because it was beyond my power to carry.

Who sighed - fall asleep, run away,
Hide behind Mazepa and Kruty,
When the storm was coming - forever! -
Above the field of rue and poison.

Make me a scourge,
To basam in souls,
To shake and move again
The deadly charm of game!