Текст песни Контора - Старая церковь

OLD CHURCH

On the high green hills
Surrounded by forest primeval.
Drawing all its weight
In the thick oak branches.
 
It should be old - the oldest church,
After serving his life honestly.
But it has long been emptied,
No person shall enter into it.
 
It should be old - the oldest church
And waits for its end.
 
All bent under the weight of years,
Paint peeled from her Kupala
And on the walls of her anymore
Painted Fres (murals) and icons.
 
It remains only to recall it,
Having lived the last days,
The way people went into it,
That is how they praised the church.
 
It should be old - the oldest church
And waits for its end.
 
Wicked evil in it climbed
Led by Satan himself.
Proklyanul (cursed) that church people
And avoiding its side.
 
It should be old - the oldest church
And waits for its end.
 
Worth gloomy old church,
Anguish and she cries.
On its last legs,
It is still heard her dome.
 
It should be old - the oldest church
And waits for its end.