Текст песни Евгений Бачурин - Я спрошу у Господа

I ask the Lord
Unreasonable demand,
Why do we, O Lord,
Steels like crazy.
Why do we nosimsya
Like mad,
Kosimsya each other,
If the business does.

I ask the Lord
The words of repentance,
Why are we just
Steel damned.
From plaguing bonded
Nope extra hours,
To calculate the long-
Do not feel sorry for one's neighbor.

What's different iron,
Loma ponadelali;
Instead, the summer red
Some winter white.
Instead Garden violent
Overgrown random.
It was humility in us -
So we have to despair.

On what occasion,
At whose behest -
There were good people,
So the population.
So have mercy, my God,
Our souls sinners!
In the days of convicts,
In the case the pitch.

1973