Текст песни Виктор Третьяков - Колокола

Bells - Viktor Tretyakov

I do not see the swans -
Bird shooting.
No good between people
Like so ordered.

It would be just right to land on the call of Christ,
Only camp trumpeted "all clear."
Forgive us, Russia - mother
What we have done with you!

Forgive my people,
Lived unconscious.
In it the executioner and the ugly
They sang about equality.

And when he cut a cross dome,
And Jesus lead poured into his mouth,
Do not tear flowed down her cheeks,
Seriously ill was your people.

Chorus:
In the furnace all the bells,
Under zero:
The church gave us a metal
For bullets.
Snatched the bells
Language,
Who watched over the barrels -
I'm used to!

Under the Sickle can live,
Crossed with a hammer,
But all must be
Under the gold dome.

Can you believe in Christ, you can believe in the system,
Only the sanctity of the soul need:
Build a Belltower,
But do not touch that are already!

With God, to live or not,
The dispute was prosporenny.
How many years - so much trouble,
The way disgraced.

We are forgetting nothing but the truth is now mowing,
If you only give her to nurture,
And Russia from its knees to ask:
You, please forgive us!

Chorus:
Let us remember all the bells ...
Under zero
The church gave us a metal
For bullets.
Snatched the bells
Language,
Who watched over the trunks ...
Accustomed ???