Текст песни Виктор Степус - 2158 Как жалко нашей юности

What a pity for our youth, passed in vanity,
Everything that we walked and drank.
We listened to the wrong songs and we sang the wrong ones
They were saving their treasure in the wrong place.

I, Lord, of these stones
I will forge fiery souls.
To everyone who comes to Me
I cut off both eyes and ears.

We were taught correctly, so much so that we do not forget
The laws of multiplication and division
But they didn't explain to us how to love our neighbor,
To look at a woman without lust.

I, Lord, of these guys,
Who have thirty behind them.
I will make sons to God
With a pure heart, bright eyes.
I, Lord, and I tell you,
that a stone lying by the road
I will raise and transform into gold
With my own hands.