Текст песни матушка Людмила Кононова - Песня дурака

"Father, can I come in? It's me, fool ..."
The father, the guards punished Command
God's temple thieves came to rob
Faith, fear, grace, robbed them
Only the mouth but bows were alone
Father, I am without God's word cold
Father, pastoral heart dries without tears
Father, I tired to run for prayer
Father, I absolutely fell behind by the herd
Father, little has now become fools
All wise, all well-read all without sin
I am afraid that by Christ is not passed
He said he came to sinners tokmo
Father, moles on your rosary plied
Dust whisk with their penitential nodule
Pray for me in his temple of the soul
Father, do not rush to the golden dome.