Текст песни Геннадий Вяземский - Дорога к богу

Scattered, scattered
Like beads broke
Like shards of broken glass
Russian souls, big
All with earthly talents
Russia gave them generously.

Some to Europe, some to the zone
At the helm do not heed the groan
Clutching the air here and there
Sold out and torn
The chaos was justified
They see only God and their judge.

Chorus:
We parted at the door
I'm going to God today
Tell that there is no living
Maybe He will hear me
And it will get a little cleaner
On the land where you and I breathe.

You, dear, do not worry
There is hope in the temple of God
He will not give you offense
I will go out into the field at dawn
I will hug, squeezing with pain
Praying for the Russian land in my soul ...

To make us feel free
What would the war have died down with the people
Untied our hands here and there
A big country has blossomed
And the flock took off easily
White doves, white doves ...