Текст песни plava - Но избави Ее от лукавого..

in his hands washed conscience
and not mine.
not for anybody not news,
that because of dirty collar
your hand
He pulls out of me slightly
embarrassed by pryatok pride.
it is quiet!

Silence of violating the secular chatter
and holding it in his hand,
you're smothering her. smothering. smothering,
whispering of the clasp
prayer flow processes -
Three clear words majestically /
as the exorcist in otchitke demons /:
"..but
deliver
Her
from evil! "