Текст песни Эдита Гепперт - Вместо

Lord! You're forever in the clouds,
Your home - in a radiant blue.
And I look like a worm in the dust,
Suffering from worldly foolishness.

You're all clear in advance.
We have you look mountain bird.
We kind of pathetic men.
And our destiny in tears praying.

No, I do not complain to God,
And as a lamb, I humbly.
I just want to believe
In his work selflessly.

My sins are: when and how
Maybe I will paint someone
But God forgive me, and so,
Not a small thing and without counting.

What am I up to the gates of heaven?
The road seems to be utterly destroyed:
Crafty sterezhёt our enemy
When attempting at all holiness.

No, I do not complain to God,
And in this way I go meekly.
I just want to believe
In his work selflessly.

And life is like a dream held bad,
And in the morning, having escaped from captivity,
You are not at odds with itself
You'll understand that everything was a substitution.

As long as you're young and old,
Count on your fingers grayness years
But how can we avoid a car?
The idea will fly, and that's really not ...

Demolished house! Where to from here
And now seek to escape?
What gave me the belief in miracles,
To then take away all ...

No, I do not complain to God,
I know a ray of light of faith,
And that's all that I've been repeating
Instead of morning prayer