This rattle foreign boots
This rattle chuzhih- vote
These do not tell the little boy, Run!
They do not care girly tears! .
Subman shoots of our children,
God, protect them there as quickly as possible,
God, tell me how to live,
How do we redeem their sins.
Mom, very thirsty,
Mom, really want to live,
Mom, do not ask them to drink ...
In the sky, I'll love you.
Children's moans could be heard from heaven,
Cry and mountains and rivers and forests,
Blood on the bouquet of white roses
And over all the crucified Christ.
O Lord God, they calm down,
Lord, grant them eternal rest,
Light souls to Himself carried away
And we are left with, God, forgive me ...
Children's moans could be heard from heaven,
Cry and mountains and rivers and forests,
In the calendar, there is no black sheet -
In Beslan they crucified Christ
Mom, very thirsty,
Mom, really want to live,
Mom, do not ask them to drink .....
In the sky, I'll love you.
