Текст песни о. Олег Скобля - Цветы

I was a slave in one of the countries
I thought of you and cried at night ...
I had a house and the green grass ,
And I'm sorry about that before was wrong .

I have learned about the stars ,
That threshold
groaning under the heel of the beam .
And on the ground and in the sheets
He gasped ,
I like to anxiety dreams.

You would not believe - I'm sorry,
You do not know this pain ,
When the veins out of life.
I never tire of asking for :
" I shall not be separated with a -
And , departing , again come back . "

From the world of tears, out of nowhere ,
From childhood dreams
fly to you my flowers .
They will sing , that the pain is gone
And do not come back ,
and love is not dead .

You would not believe - I'm sorry,
You do not know this pain ,
When the veins out of life.
I never tire of asking for :
" I shall not be separated with a -
And , departing , again come back . "

I was a slave in one of the countries
I thought of you and cried at night .
I tore the wrong flowers ,
Without noticing ,
without love ,
I was just waiting for ...