Текст песни Виктор Берковский - Божественная суббота

Divine Saturday
We drank a sip,
From prazdenstv and work
Took refuge in the castle.
Neither vain lady
No streets melteshnya,
We do not kasnutsya, Zyama,
Until the middle of the day.

How sweet we smoked,
As if for the first time,
In this world to live,
And he shone for us.
Another concern will come,
But the main thing is different.
Divine Saturday
We tart taste sign.

Already preparing aging
Its inevitable court.
A lot of us got eh
Over the life of these minutes.
On a noisy carnival
Solemn adversity
Something we have not seen
Divine Saturdays.

Sing, my dear heart,
Do not rush to give up,
Let it flow, sinful,
Leisurely feast of the soul.
Breathe, my friend, freedom,
Who knows how many times,
Even a Saturday,
Divine Saturday,
Our age has given us.