Текст песни Екатерина Осипова - Мирный Воин

He doesn't know the way to someone else's doorstep,
But he knows the way to the heavenly gates.
He has nothing, but he has a lot,
That he can give the priceless to us.
He is more humble than a grass, more patient than a tree,
And the heart burns with love.
And whoever I met on the road of clover,
He says to everyone:

Hey, hey, look more fun!
The colors of the new flare up
Without fire and swords
Peaceful warrior wins by loving!

He is a protector and friend to you and a blade of grass -
There is a place for everyone in his soul.
He doesn't like asphalt, but forest paths
His bare feet are easily recognized.
And he doesn't need a word or a weapon -
Love will strike on the spot.
If someone asks for a last shirt,
He will give the caftan along with her.

Chorus: the same

If the lyre in your soul sang like a bird,
It means it's time to carry
The images of the world are eternal, in word and deed
Evil crushing good on the way.
Healing human wounds with love,
Give yourself up to yourself.
Breathe every moment and, rejoicing,
Realize yourself!

Chorus: the same