Текст песни assai - bol' moya

Forgive me Father Heaven - I was cruel
Your lost son sleeps in the cradle
Sorry for distrust
For the thoughts of the bad .. I will come to you with time ..
believe me
So it is a pity that the icons cry with oil.
Talk to me God, take off the mask.
And now the Magheva messed the candles
My eyes
and crows peck liver

My pain
Winter blinded by cold
Your palms do not warm
Gone youth
where the fire lost sweat
Where the light is the sky, which you promised
In hoarse voice: "Jesus, sorry!"
We all play rings
Moreover
We see how to live
free
morphine (?) again letters the arrows of prophetic dreams

But we no longer believe them
do not believe old and wise
And those will leave God ...
faith
Spears spine at home

and the zone will light fires
secretly in order to burn alive
Those who do not take the words of descendants on faith
Who betrayed me - Cursed!
Forgive me, father from heaven
I was cruel
Your lost son sleeps in the cradle