Текст песни Максим Олейников - По тлеющей земле -минус

The soul is not warming itself,
And the years will slowly slow down the course.
I'm walking along a smoldering earth,
And all the same already, who lives here.
 
But the day will come, and the light will save me,
And he will call to his distant edge,
I'll take it with me ...
The door will open, and someone slowly,
Suddenly I will be taken by the hand,
He will save me from troubles, save me from harm,
From trouble I will be saved ...
 
And suddenly the cold will disappear,
A stiffened soul will get warm.
And cry from pain forever,
Without shame, he will scatter.