Текст песни Loc-Dog - Молитва ft. Мэйти

Verse One: Maity
I never went to the edge of the village
People said the trees were singing there
People said stones were dancing there
People said close the shutters.
Horses are swollen with hunger
Garyu smells from the wire.
The old people have no faith, but their fire burns, reaching the city.
I do not believe the rumor, but the newspapers are full and screaming of the premises,
By the road to the swamps, his Eminence was killed and crucified.
And while the trouble brought the people to the doorstep,
The funeral service the people did not dare to sit down.
In the gray swamps, water gathered.
A psalm flies like a white bird over the village.

Chorus: Maity
Sing you the word of heaven, I am your righteous stepson.
I kiss the grass as if my daughter was anointed with springs.
Only the clouds are gathering and the dead come,
And we talk in silence on my windowsill.
Sing you endless field, I am your lost Lamb.
I am covered with velvet blankets and covered with flowers.
I just would not celebrate and not anger the clear sky.
Sparrow flocks to reach the hawks.

Second Verse: Loc-Dog
I've never seen a light this close
All the elements in my table are nothing.
Violating I was a tourist
And the sad owner looked around our house.
Roll around, all the shelves are covered in dust, but then they were full.
But only said "I'm sorry"
The river rushed here in clear waves.
It's a paradox, I have no wings
What should I compare with? I have not read the metaphor
The harsh killer cries realizing
Where there was happy poverty.
An unknown merchant has gone mad
Dividing your staircase in stages
That we are a prison, we can evaporate and drip from the sky.

In an open field on the grass, it is dawn again in my head.

Third Verse: Maity
I bow to wastelands, bell towers and monasteries
The sky is angry with me. Why?
I can't get out of these rivers forever.
Cover my eyes with a bandage
A cold pistol is my main compliment
I have to admit a fiasco.

Chorus: Maity
Sing you the word of heaven, I am your righteous stepson.
I kiss the grass as if my daughter was anointed with springs.
Only the clouds are gathering and the dead come,
And we talk in silence on my windowsill.
Sing you endless field, I am your lost Lamb.
I am covered with velvet blankets and covered with flowers.
I just would not celebrate and not anger the clear sky.
Sparrow flocks to reach the hawks.