Singer: Sergei Trofimov

I was lost in a public bath,
Just vanished, like the mammoth, goodbye, my babe...
The society soars, and in a stuffy fog,
Drunk attendant creates obscene rites.
Naked people insanely happy,
Carry beer on a platter, and does not hurt,
To in its head portion a pair of.
People still do not care if nothing.

Ain't now live like it is satisfyingly intricate.
In hearts of darkness wants to extinguish in them the lamp of the latter.
But while I live and believe
This light will Shine, warm
Even before the abyss on the edge.

How many century has seen Russia a fierce infidels, vorogov,
How many times have flown flocks of black crows.
And smoked the bloody sunset
Swords of the executioners stoglav,
For the amusement of the demons of war.
How many quarrels, how many words in justification of cowardice,
How many villages were grieving widows of meanness, of stupidity.
But went the Holy Spirit in the earth
And rose shelves wall
To the faith of Russian to save.

Your piercing tenderness,
Your destructive passion.
Like death inevitable
Have me power.
And I'm just obedient servant,
Suffer excruciating pain.
When it is easy and simple,
You again command me.
Carelessly thrown dress
Your warmth still holds.
And on the wall weighs crucifix
And scarlet flame.
But in a dispute between two contradictions,
Of sin sublime essence.
Your divine shoulders,
Your divine Breasts.
And you breathe the moonlight,
What flowed in the night air.
And the night was warmed by you,
And the birds sang outside the window,
That everything in the world is priceless
When he have power.
Your piercing tenderness,
Your destructive passion.