Текст песни Неизвестный - Исповедь блудного сына

Friends! I apologize in advance -
Maybe not the time to remember
But I remembered, remembered everything instantly:
Our village, home, father and mother.
Father and mother often told me
"Son, dear, turn to God!"
And they prayed for me daily
But I loved a completely different life.
Wine, friends and hundreds of entertainment
My heart and eyes were blinded
And blinded, with wild delight
I looked into the glass and not into the sky.
Prayers were worse for me than poison
I didn’t want to hear about God.
Days flew ... I lived in mud and dust
And I thought that was my destiny.
I do not forget, probably forever
That terrible day - my father was dying ...
Rivers flowed from the mother’s eyes,
And I stood drunk and laughed:
"Well, where is your God? Why then does he not save?
He is the Healer, why don’t you get up?
Without God, people also die -
And you, father, how everything in the earth will rot. "
He smiled and said heartily:
"I’m still alive, and you, son, are dead,
But know that you will not be dead forever
And the Creator will soon resurrect you. "
Father was buried ... Mother prayed
I prayed three times for my soul.
Streams of tears that spilled for me
I will remember until the end of days.
Well, then I thought differently ...
Mother was nastier to me every day.
And so, one day I left home
Late at night, like a thief, secretly.
Then I shouted: "Here it is - freedom!
Now I am free in thoughts and deeds. "
I did not know then that life is a swamp:
I stepped on a bump and got bogged down in sins.
And life swirled me like a sliver
In a whirlpool of fuss and evil.
At first it was good to spin
But soon dizzy.
And soon became a terrible, terrible torment
Every circle and every turn to me.
I strained my will, my mind and - painfully - my hands,
But life is a whirlpool, a whirlpool ...
"Friends" - what a deceitful, deceptive word!
In the whirlpool - the very first circle.
Oh, if my life could start again
With me would be the Only and Best Friend!
Circle of entertainment dressed in gold
Blinded me with his radiance.
I became a blind man, I did not see the Light near,
And in a terrible darkness with the flow swam.
Wine is the source of evil and thousands of hardships ...
A pleasant circle - oh, how many he ruined! ..
But there is a source of life and salvation -
I did not drink from it, I drank from a bottle ...
But who could save me from death?
From those circles entailing so to the bottom?
Not a man, not a man! Believe me!
Answer who? Well, answer, who ?!
I rushed about without finding an answer.
And then, one summer, in heavy rain
On the street I met a childhood friend
Seeing a fellow countryman, I felt a shiver ...
A cute image appeared before me:
Eyes are sad and wet always.
My heart beat, my voice trembled
And heartless words broke out:
"Well, how is mother, at least remember me?
Probably cursed a long time ago?
I wanted to call everything, but time is running out, -
You understand, then work, then things ... "
"Cases, work ... It would be better to be silent -
It’s easy to guess your affairs!
I will tell, but only listen with my heart
About how your mother “forgot” you.
When you ran away, your mother from grief
All turned gray - because you lived!
And every day, in any weather,
She was at a crossroads and was waiting for you.
and arms stretching out to God
Praying in the name of the shed Blood
She stood pouring on the road
A pillar of cash, faith and love.
Well, when I was not able to stand,
When she fell into bed, -
She asked me to move the bed to the window,
I looked at the road and waited ... "
His words are rushing
Indifference was stripped from the soul at once.
I trembled and whispered fearfully:
"Tell her what, is she alive now?"
"Now - I don’t know ... Left - breathed ...
In delirium, I heard terrible words:
- My dear son, have you come? I knew...
- And you, work, you say, business! .. "
I ran, whipped like a whip,
With one desire burning like fire:
See mother, don't be late, at