Текст песни Евгений Бачурин - Я спрошу у Господа

I ask the Lord
I ask unreasonable,
Why are we, O Lord,
Steels like crazy.
Why do we nosimsya
Like mad,
Kosimsya each other,
As if dealing is done.
I ask the Lord
The words of repentance,
Why are we just
Steel damned.
From plaguing bonded
Nope extra hours,
To calculate the long-
Do not feel sorry for one's neighbor.
What's different iron,
Loma ponadelali;
Instead, the summer red
Some winter white.
Instead Garden violent
Overgrown random.
It was humility in us -
So we have to despair.
For what reason,
At whose behest -
There were good people,
So the population.
So have mercy, my God,
Our souls sinners!
During the days of convicts,
For business pitch.
1973