Текст песни Володимир Шеврон - Репетиція прощання

You do not platted nest beside me,
Not despatched feathers gold,
Not to mention singing voice new
Our friendship, Firebird!

Before this miracle,
Such a fate hard -
Not seeing naturally,
Raise cross.

child of God
Radio pure heart,
Schaslyviye his miracle,
Holidays wrong bird fever.
* * *
Dole, Dole,
The first time you became beam -
Vidpyty the hour of sources!

I wrote a dedication to you,
Even as looking in your eyes.
There were these moments so good!

I was worried, yatrylo:
What if the third time,
You seeking awake no chance ladder
and know that you returned the Matrix? ..

You talked about a miracle.
I listened and bother to mention.
I fell silent.
* * *
It's time to hear new testimony.
Faith is not dead - faith lives.
Fire resurrected its strength and warm.

When I aches and I'm lost,
When the icon is heated like ice,
I remember Tanya and pray for us.

My God - it is Christ.
I can not be saved without you.
You left yourself in me.

What a miracle - to see God's child,
Standing with her, to see and hear
And cry - because you heard!

I saw the angel in the Catholic Christmas.
I saw a miracle, feel good.
I did not sleep for the first time.

Now I just understand
Your statement: "Do not sleep the other day."
It is God's second river.