Текст песни Светлана Малова - Письмо Богу

My prayer, like a pen in hand
I dip it in ink sorrow
And I will write a letter rather short
And address it personally to the sky God
I will write: Oh, listen to me
Sin bustle wash his hand
Mouth cleanse spark fire
To be able to speak with thee
It seems to me that the path is too long
I want you to come soon
You told me whether courageous
But with every step I faint again
I think maybe I will not reach
You are the light - I darkness, you all - and I is negligible
And if I fall helplessly
Take me in his arms God
Lord you still want to ask
Why do you put up with the lies in the white robes
Those who can speak beautifully
But feel free to transgress the commandments
I hold the pen trembling hand
Letter Christ groans and doubts
But suddenly understand that behind my back
My destination is waiting for communication
I was afraid to turn to Him
But he touched me so tenderly
He said that I did not immediately understand everything
But as the course will be able to explain
// Do not tremble gentle candle flame
I hear it all, even though the words are not heard
We are talking, but it seems - are silent
And happy is he who writes letters to God //