Текст песни Виктор Луферов - Плач колоколов

Do not call bells in Russia,
Web ringing mouths shut,
The sky is crying, beating in the dome,
Undercut lowered wings.

At night, at night,
Die gray ringers.
At night, at night,
Without waiting for the dawn of a new fire.

By forgetting their turning to God,
Church raised palm crosses,
And on the walls of a damp burning down
Fresco old Russian masters.

In the fields, the woods
Church raised palm crosses,
In the fields, the woods
Because of the broken dome carried groan.

Churches And mossy steps
The smell of incense - the elusive dream,
And people do not open the door
Forgotten chimes.

At night, at night,
Die gray ringers.
At night, at night,
Without waiting for the dawn of a new fire.