Текст песни Светлана Малова - Любовь жила в прекраснейшем дворце...

Love lived in a beautiful palace
And once she saw from the window
Passers-by leprosy on his face
And his lips were dry from thirst
He walked almost no foot dragging
And before him all the doors are closed
No water it did not submit
Afraid to touch a leper

Love through the law glass
Not long looked to the passer
He was just as bad, the thought burned
And at the heart of love - love burned
On the street rather hug, help
Jug of water in hand, the door wide open
Look at the leper could not stand
As pathetic as poor and miserable as the

The look he froze pain
And his heart was beating louder love
To a passerby approached love
Not only water offering - mercy
Come with me, - said the palace
I have a balm for wounds, and food
Your suffering will end
You never will no longer poor

Come on, love passerby called
But who would have refused to live in the palace
Open the door and waiting for love
But the leper laughed aloud
He knocked the pitcher out of the hands of love
And there is no water, debris underfoot
Then she spat in the face of the soul
He bent down and picked up a stone from the road
He was ready to throw a stone for good
Oh do not do that even beasts
I love quietly stepped over the threshold
But the palace is not to close the door
And the leper in her trail shouting
I can live without your handouts
And full of leprosy, it would be better, he said nothing
And in the palace of love praying weeping

Recitative:
Is not it sad picture?
You tell me this does not happen,
But the Son of God rejected
And without shame in his face spat
So it was and so is
Love the Lord, alas
Not everyone accepts the sinner
In the face of love spit even today
Still want to go to their clothes
Leprosy is still proud of sin
Aborted roam the roads
No nudity, no dirt is not ashamed
And by God's love are
Jesus looks lepers pain
Do not go, you can trust God!
Ready Lord you are surrounded by love
And the palace still open doors
There's healing, peace and happiness
Such never dreamed you palaces
Where are you? Savior of all pardons
He did not leave, he is waiting for you on the doorstep

Come with me, said the palace
I have a balm for wounds, and food
Your suffering will end
You never will be poor no longer.

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