Текст песни Вика Цыганова - церковь белая

Today there is no rain, just a hunch
And sad to me to the madness
Wind clouds portage trails
And the soul is buzzing brass bell
I will not drink - it's done
I do not go to the pub, the church white
On the way to the temple no pebble
Let go of the sins of the father Bright
Let go of the sins of the father Bright

White Church knew a lot of trouble
One hundred candles lit, but no light
Explain father, why all so
Like the day is, and the darkness of the heart
My soul is dark, the fog in my head
And no matter where you throw - all a fraud
Even in the church, I have no salvation
What should I look for comfort
What should I look for comfort

I would take now, so go crazy
Together with the poor to stand on the porch
Only I know there is God in heaven
He forgot me, but helped others
I believe the truth is on my land
Somewhere between people, somewhere between churches
Let me say all bitch
But as long as I live, so I believe
And while I live, so I believe.