Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - Молитва о бессилии

God protects defenseless,
Younger than his brothers.
And if trouble comes,
He is among those
Who does not need a coat of mail
Under dusty strannichim dress
He who believes in the power of words
And his laughter unsold.

Do not let me, O Lord, raise smashing sword
On the gray men who do not know the light.
Give me the strength not to violate the vow
And the soul of armor to protect.

Unless constrained by heart
Became fast decisions
No stranger could boom
Pierce open the chest.
And there are words to the songs
To dispute and comfort.
And there is a way to home
The reward for a long labor.

Do not let us, O Lord, the wrong way!
Do not touch the hands of greedy steel.
For five centuries, we are tired of dying,
But this time, try to walk.

Nomads roam the world,
Stored will of heaven,
Strange strange dreams
In the crowd of ordinary people.
By varying the particle Gift
On the measure of earthly bread,
Go unarmed children
Towards its star.

Do not touch us mortals routine days
Do not lose the simplicity of prayer.
We place a strong severity of indoor,
And it gives hope to survive in this battle.