Текст песни Юлия Берёзова - Псалтирь

When the soul is like a wasteland
And the enemy's strength brags the catch,
I reveal the ancient Psalter
With her melodious, multi-stringed word.

Chorus:
And do not understand, is open to me
Cover, or a saving door,
As if to a spring in the desert heat
I fall to her with the lips of my heart.

The Lord said His salvation,
While the gaze wanders the page
My soul is on a star track
Flies after the Psalmist in a chariot.

The Psalter, like a sensitive bell,
And exciting sounds will float.
Hit me, fool me all day
Now they too are running from the torment.

I carefully close the Psalter,
Consoled by her priceless word,
And what about the soul? Now it is not a wasteland,
A lush garden with a fence and a bolt.