Текст песни Наджиев Игорь - Романс

Vitaly monk
Love to be at times ...
Love to be at times ,
Where the hidden secret of our life ,
Where perhaps , conceal himself .
Following the death haggard bowl .

Here I spend minutes ,
Tormented incurable despondency .
And here I find joy ,
When the soul is exceeding sorrowful unto death .

Ceases here everyday noise -
And instead of prideful thoughts ,
Comes a series of harsh doom
Judges unflattering fair .

Me miserable temple
Filled with dead bones .
They show us ,
W such that we will do .

A few years ago ,
(How they lived earthly guests )
And so they went to his castle ,
Leaving us only the bones .

Were unable to and they
Mastery in a different time .
And between them , as human beings,
There were quarrels over litter .

Now happy fate,
Lie to each other without interfering ,
They do not argue among themselves :
Does Own Regiment alien il * .

We also guests on the ground,
And there lies the road to us .
Go through it at some haze ,
Not seeing threshold of eternity .

And the sanctity of love and sin,
Pursuing for happiness - suffer
Every day, somewhere in a hurry
And what's important to forget .

Afraid of death and judgment ,
We wish here to live longer ,
Avoiding labor
And to save just a little more .

Words can not migrate
Ile almost affectionate glance
A mournful test cross
For us, tormenting hell.
Others blame almost always
Though God wearied themselves ,
Well blame ourselves we never
And in the smallest do not dare .

For personal whim
Then ready to pour ,
Do not sleep in a row and five nights ,
Indulge in all the dangers .

Prevaricate at every hour ,
Shamelessly flouting conscience .
And all that only entertains us
By itself diligently raking .

For honor always stand mountain
Appreciate their works and knowledge.
And Neglect them sometimes
Bring us the torments of the soul .

Such is the passionate man -
Boastful god of heaven on earth !
He flies around his whole life ,
Rest day and night not knowing .

And all madly cherishes
While health has .
Well when his illness will strike ,
Quite different then happens.

Formidable strike the hour of death -
Sinful soul troubled.
And all that is dear to us -
With all must say goodbye forever .

Powerless tenderness friends:
Negligible value - estates
They can not this life
Extend at least a few moments.

Vain through rushing
And the doctor sharpens art :
The patient more and more difficult to breathe -
And of course he dies.

Hladeet chest and dim eyes ,
All the senses are slavishly still.
And we , as a cop ,
Hastily bury in the ground .

Then a little you need to know
That with us here then is :
These bones say ...
They trust our conscience .

One moment - and the dream life !
Why so much commotion same ?
Why all this fuss
And the mass of bitter pleasures ?
We forget that lesson ,
Death that we reiterates
That life is given in a short period of time
And childhood does not happen twice .

O death , is not afraid of who you are ?
Who did you just lust ?
Blessed is he who waits for you like sleeping ,
Who remembers that the soul is immortal .

And not to be pitied , the
Who's afraid of you remember :
All life - torment for him ,
And this is but he loses .

And there - for the rest of the righteous
And everlasting joy with the saints :
For sinners - hell with the outer darkness ,
And their fate with evil demons .

Now , perhaps, that a
Clothes every day changes ;
Die - put only one ,
And that does not happen by accident .

And whoever gift sage
Owns , God does not know
Die - no more than a fool ,
Only life lost in vain .

Since this near term
And the road to eternity .
Remember the wise one lesson
Know yourself - know God.

Know where you are and who ,
Why did you come , whither thou goest
That you are great and you - nothing
What you're immortal and - die.

1905
Mount Athos ,
St. Panteleimon Monastery .
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* Athos almost no cemeteries. for a short time
after Cum