Текст песни Evan Gard - Молитва

In the church, I still have
I never helped
Neither the golden altar,
No zakopchёnny ceiling.
Sparkling clean,
Not letting them die,
And so they want to burn.

Somewhere in the murky sky
In anticipation of the miracle
Sleeping tired god,
Chilled from colds.
And though it is not visible
Behind my window,
His I ask only one thing:

I razukras my face in rainbow colors.
Close my eyes and go to sleep, help me.
Wash alcohol pus of my soul.
I'm not afraid to get burned - Take me in your arms!

And on the wall -
Christ Nailed.
There he was crucified
A long time ago.
The bleeding
Wounds of the hands
Sees thousand torments.

So remove the cross
His Christ!
And let
His rest.
bandage
His hands and his
Spear pierced his chest.

Hold you his,
Seated at the table.
say,
How do you tell him glad.
And for that,
Demonstration of good.
Do not ask in return for any awards.

But razukras my face in rainbow colors.
Close my eyes and go to sleep, help me.
Wash alcohol pus of my soul.
I'm not afraid to get burned - Take me in your arms!
I'm not afraid to get burned - Take me in your arms!