Текст песни Елена Ваенга - Монашенки

God is not offended
Begging truth
Pray frantically
Outside heads

Girls Monastery
Slightly breathe
Pray, not a rap of fate
Pray, not a rap of fate

We wind died face
And the skin was falling rays!
You know it is so hard for us
But we are not alone!

We wind died face
And the skin was falling rays
You know it is so hard for us
But we are not alone!

Only on the purchase on the night
You will become myself
Even ferns
Will speak with the moon

Let them pass and a thousand years
Solovki are developing
But there will be wreaths of de-Wu-shki
But there will be wreaths of de-Wu-shki

We wind died face
And the skin was falling rays
You know it is so hard for us
But we are not alone!

We wind died face
And the skin was falling rays!
You know it is so hard for us
But we are not alone!

Let them pass and a thousand years
Solovki are developing
But there will be wreaths of de-Wu-shki
But there will be wreaths of de-Wu-shki

We wind died face
And the skin was falling rays!
You know it is so hard for us
But we are not alone!

We wind died all face
And the skin was falling rays!
You know it is so hard for us
But we are not alone!

We wind died all face
And the skin was falling rays!
You know it is so hard for us
But we are not alone!

You know it is so hard for us
But we are not alone!