Текст песни Александр Дюмин - Сон

DREAM

I dream very strange exhilarating dream
As if the Lord God go cap in hand.
Sedin on solid color fallen halls
Quiet in the church I go to the holy floors.

I see a mother on her knees, sad eyes,
Cheek a little flash of tears rolled.
Dry lips whispered: "My dear son,
We had to pray would not give a time frame. "

Chorus:
Gold my will edge loaves
How long have you given birth to boys born,
Holy Russia - our mother dome
The Church is always the old to his calling.

I do not go, do not pray, do not put candles
There was no free as the wind and not a someone.
Your own mother would not listen did not go to the bow,
Where did before you were my prophetic dream.

Izbolelas whole soul, heart sadness
In this dream I saw the holy morality.
From an early age to believe and mother to read,
What used to bunk Kozeny did not sleep for a lifetime.

Chorus (2 times)