Let my prayer be verse , from now ...
Do not despise the words of half-empty , and with a vengeance ...
Please pay back and praise your face ...
When gryanesh like a thief in my world ...
Do not be angry , but ... I'm sorry.
By the grace of Thy great
Bring to a monastery in the wasteland .. quiet ...
Sprinkle with hyssop , and I will cleanse
Whatever fell low, whitened Book of Life
Sheets. Thirst unquenchable
Satisfy at least once . irresistible
Force the spirits of the fallen
Tame . I strazhdu
Jerusalem, hand me fathom land
No Honor in innumerable lists , terminally greedy
Forgive the pride and spirit will be strong now let
Seraphim ... and cast out my sadness, carnal sin
Bestial anger , laziness body.
Like the deserts of Palestine, nadmennost- captured my
Barren years thresholds defects
Where is he? The lot of the poor, disaster. Dreams, stunning deliberately
Ulcers, leprosy, death, impregnated with poison , corrosive
Have pity that rare .
Parishioner of the church I was recently
And now I'll do Just follow my
Father, I would be justified , but the word is not found. And for a hundred years
After bowing believed nonsensical submission
Give way to substitute the right cheek cruel
And the crumbs left to others by giving chests
Polnye.Otplati grace my traitors ,
Turn in their happiness enemies curse .
Not indifferent , give me repentance ,
And alms will let the tears drop
I do not believe anybody on the nail
only God
And He is the Judge me
Stones ? What . Throw - they have not moved
Go away , leave .
I do not believe anybody on the nail
only God
And He is the Judge me
Stones ? What . Throw - they have not moved
Go away , leave !
Smothered whisper. My God , my God !
Have mercy on my people, no penalty for horoscopes,
Pile of books damned.
They are crazy!
Stubbornly and rested crowd build your coffin
Children of money!
Give them tantrums on TV sensations
Blavatsky, Roerich , stupid
Where it is your Peter ? Do not want to live in gossip
And the whip of a new sect , where life as tchotchke
Lona Vavilona-
-Moscow Dead and we did not last long
By virtue of the debt is full of omnipotence
And there domes and posts
Only crosses on the graves of their
And in the hearts of darkness .
How many of them left , Orthodoxy ?!
For the share of permissiveness
Today , yesterday, earlier
And waiting for the wounded hells
Seconds apart , to reason with them , Lord !
I do not believe anybody on the nail
only God
And He is the Judge me
Stones ? What . Throw - they will not touch me ..
Go away , leave .
I do not believe anybody on the nail
only God
And He is the Judge me
Stones ? What . Throw - they have not moved
Go away , leave !
