Текст песни Сергей Брикса - Тихо погас в ночи закат

G Am Em
Quietly went out into the night sunset
G Am Em
Garden of Gethsemane sleep enveloped
G Am H7
All abandoned and forgotten
          Em C
The Son of God there grieving soul ...

There is next to the disciple,
And sweat crimson, like blood,
With his face on the rocks flowed.
                           C
Hard to believe that he - God.
   G H7
Believe that he - God.

       Am Em C Em
      Who are you? To suffer so much.
       Am Em C D
      Who are you? How are we to understand.
      Am Em C Em
      You - God, pray sorrow,
       Am Em Am Am6 Em
      Your time has come for all to die.

As soon as the stones seeing blood,
Able to understand what love is,
But the heart of the people
Where the cold stones,
cold stones.