Текст песни Антон и Виктория Макарские - Церковь при дороге

Mate and boredom,
                   
Bitter mountain ash ...
                                
All my life is parting,
                              
All my life is foreign to me

There is no place in the world of space
For my anxiety
Only, as a bride,
Church on the road

Chorus:

                                     
And we will go by the path close,
                                 
Bowing on the threshold,
                            
In the house, my heavenly house,
                    
To the church at the road

And we will go by the path close,
Bowing on the threshold,
In the house, my heavenly house,
                 
To the church at the road

Loss: - 2 times

Where I just was not,
In the blood knocking down his legs ...
But the sky
To the church at the road

Red ashberry,
Red straw ...
My whole life is a foreign land,
Only here I am at home