Текст песни Нигатив - Покаянная

Nigativ - Repentance.

Let prayer be my verse -
From now on
Do not despise half-empty words
And with a vengeance
I ask you to repay, and I will praise Your Face,
When you strike like a thief
In my world ...
Do not be angry, but
sorry
By the grace of Thy Great
Bring the monastery -
In the wasteland quiet,
Sprinkle with yasyp and I will be cleansed -
How would not fall low -
Take the books of life! -
The sheets,
I crave unquenchable
Have quit though once,
The irresistible power of the spirits of the fallen
Steal -
I am suffering Jerusalem -
Give me the shroud of the earth ...
Do not honor the lists of innumerable
Incredibly greedy,
Forgive pride,
And now
Strong will be the spirit let
As seraphim!
Cast out my sadness,
Sin is carnal,
Anger is brutish,
Laziness of the body ...
As the desert of Palestine
Arrogance -
We are captivated,
Bad years,
Thresholds of defects ...
Where is he -
The lot of the poor? ..
Trouble, dreams
The mind blowing
Narochito,
Ulcers - leprosy of death
Impregnated with poison corrosive,
I'm sorry that rare
The parishioner of the temple
I was recently,
And now there and at all
My footsteps are cold ...
Father, I would be justified,
But words can not be found
And for a hundred years,
After all,
Awesome submissiveness
Give strength to substitute the right cheek
Cruel and crumbs
Leave other chests squashed
Complete,
Pay my thanks to my traitors -
Turn to their fortune the enemies of the curse,
Not without cause
Give me repentance,
And alms
Let the tears drop ...

I do not believe anyone either on the nail,
Only to God,
And He alone judges me!
Stones -
What - throw - they will not touch me!
Go away! Leave it! ..

I do not believe anyone either on the nail,
Only to God,
And He alone judges me!
Stones -
What - throw - they will not touch me!
Go away! Leave it! ..

Whispered whisper:
"My God, my God,
Have mercy on my people-
No penalty for horoscopes-
Piles of books of the damned-
They're crazy! -
Stubbornly and stubbornly
Scopom build their own coffin.
Children of money! ..
Give them hysterics over the telly,
Sensations,
Bolvatskaya, Roerich,
Foolish
Where is your Peter? ..
Do not want!..
Only gossip
And the whip of a new sect,
Where life is like tsatsk ...
The womb of Babylon-
Moscow is dead and we will not be long ...
Due to the debt -
A wave of omnipotence ...
And there domes and posts-
Only crosses
At their graves,
And in the souls - the fog! ..
How many left
Orthodoxy
For the share of permissiveness-
Today, yesterday, earlier,
And they wait for the wounded underworld,
Seconds,
Lord, make them! .. \ "

I do not believe anyone either on the nail,
Only to God,
And He alone judges me!
Stones -
What - throw - they will not touch me!
Go away! Leave it! ..

I do not believe anyone either on the nail,
Only to God,
And He alone judges me!
Stones -
What - throw - they will not touch me!
Go away! Leave it! ..