Текст песни Юрий и Галина Петуховы - Вера Бахаи
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Вот и время пришло, Пусть минует нас доля лихая. Мать-отчизна к тебе Обращаем мы души свои. Так встречай Украина Священную веру Бахаи. За тебя молим Бога, Мы, Дети твои, Бахаи. За тебя молим Бога, Мы, Дети твои, Бахаи. От зелёных Карпат, До морей голубого порога. От магнолий в Крыму, До Черниговский топей и мха Всё ясней и ясней Сокровенное слово пророка. Всё слышней и слышней Привет наш Алла-у-Абха. Всё слышней и слышней Привет наш Алла-у-Абха. Все мы дети земли, Ей желаем мы мира и воли. А ещё мы хотим чтоб сияла у всех на виду Наша Мать-Украина, Любовь наша, песня и доля. Драгоценный цветок, Во всемирном господнем саду. Драгоценный цветок, Во всемирном господнем саду. Как бы наша судьба Не казалась нам тяжкой и горькой. Как бы ни была ночь Бесконечна слепа и глуха. Над горою Кармель, Над седою Владимирской Горкой Наше солнце встаёт На привет наш Алла-у-Абха. Наше солнце встаёт На привет наш Алла-у-Абха. ------------------ So the time has come, Let the troubles and hideous fate go away. Mother-homeland, to you We turn our souls. So, Ukraine, greet the Holy Bahai Faith. We are, your children, praying to God about you. We are, your children, praying to God about you. From green Carpathians, Up to blue seas threshold. From magnolias in the Crimea, Up to Chernigov' marshes and moss Innermost word of the prophet Is becoming clearer and clearer. Becomes more distinct and distinct Our greeting 'Alla-u-Abha'. Becomes more distinct and distinct Our greeting 'Alla-u-Abha'. We are all children of the earth, We wish her peace and freedom. And also we want that our Mother-Ukraine, Shine for all to see. [shine in full view of everybody] You - Our love, our song, our fate. You are Precious flower, In the Thine garden. You are Precious flower, In the Thine garden. No matter that destiny seem to us heavy and rough. No matter that night are endlessly blind and deaf. Over Cornet [or Carmel] mountain, Over a hoary Vladimir Hill, The sun rises for our greeting 'Alla-u-Abha'. |
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Now the time has come
Let the dashing share pass us by.
Motherland to you
We convert our souls.
So meet Ukraine
The Bahá'í Sacred Faith.
We pray to God for you
We, Your Children, Bahá'ís.
We pray to God for you
We, Your Children, Bahá'ís.
From the green Carpathians,
To the seas of the blue threshold
From magnolias in the Crimea,
To Chernihiv swamps and moss
Clearer and clearer
The secret word of the prophet.
More and more heard
Hello our Alla-u-Abha.
More and more heard
Hello our Alla-u-Abha.
We are all children of the earth
We wish her peace and freedom.
And we also want to shine in plain sight
Our Mother Ukraine,
Our love, song and share.
Precious flower
In the universal garden of the Lord.
Precious flower
In the universal garden of the Lord.
How would our fate
It did not seem to us heavy and bitter.
No matter how the night is
Endlessly blind and deaf.
Over Mount Carmel,
Over the gray-haired Vladimirskaya Gorka
Our sun is rising
Hello, our Alla-u-Abha.
Our sun is rising
Hello, our Alla-u-Abha.
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So the time has come,
Let the troubles and hideous fate go away.
Mother-homeland, to you
We turn our souls.
So, Ukraine, greet
the Holy Bahai Faith.
We are, your children, praying to God about you.
We are, your children, praying to God about you.
From green Carpathians,
Up to blue seas threshold.
From magnolias in the Crimea,
Up to Chernigov 'marshes and moss
Innermost word of the prophet
Is becoming clearer and clearer.
Becomes more distinct and distinct
Our greeting 'Alla-u-Abha'.
Becomes more distinct and distinct
Our greeting 'Alla-u-Abha'.
We are all children of the earth,
We wish her peace and freedom.
And also we want that our Mother-Ukraine,
Shine for all to see. [shine in full view of everybody]
You - Our love, our song, our fate.
You are Precious flower,
In the Thine garden.
You are Precious flower,
In the Thine garden.
No matter that destiny seem to us heavy and rough.
No matter that night are endlessly blind and deaf.
Over Cornet [or Carmel] mountain, Over a hoary Vladimir Hill,
The sun rises for our greeting 'Alla-u-Abha'.
