Текст песни Борис Моисеев - Юродивый

The night was harsh

By Christmas,

Circling over the domes of white snow.

I stepson to the motherland,

I am a beggar, I whacky,

As they say, the man of God.

carries Pervoprestolnaya

Dear pious

Sudbinushku recanted her.

And I stand by the porch

And in view of all the brethren

Almighty for goodness pray.

Give water the earth, birds - skies

Women - love, and dumb - songs.

From trouble dashing baby Protection

Faith holy light the blind will be back!

Sex life on the edge

Serving I restlessly,

In sharp needles go in rags.

I see the distance coming

And once again the power of the propertied

Afraid that I'll tell them the truth.

I have always been rejected,

But I do not scold angrily

Neither this world nor the bitter century.

I stepson to the motherland,

I am a beggar, I whacky,
As they say, the man of God.