Текст песни Юрий Морозов - Баллада о Храме 1984

BALLAD OF THE TEMPLE
                   
Oh, you are the temple, old temple, five chapters,
About five chapters, three small domes,
Gold and blue but with notches
Yes tents painted on porches.

Do your feet in the water a dark,
The water is dark, hopeless,
On the floor of your blood not been wiped out
Blackened forgotten.

Only on the fifth time that the blood spurted
Yes, under the terrorist bombs.
And rays of blood exactly five goals
And dozens of five in Siberia went for a walk.

Yes, there it was empty for long - up temple.
Gold, painted as a great sadness.
And prayed for the people in it, each about himself
And for those whose blood the walls up.

Since then the years passed, probably a hundred too.
Old temple stands in the water looks dark,
Yes, now you're locked up the temple,
Boarded up, mangled.