Текст песни отец Геннадий. Странник 6 - 16 Не плюй в колодец

You do not spit into the well on your way,
Suddenly, it will have to come back?
You do not spit into the well, the water mercy,
Suddenly, the water from the mud to stir up?

In the deserts of the world is not easy to pass,
Without water, the soul will not do.
It can make the desert mirages,
And barely a living soul will return.

After the rudiments of the world - many roads,
And they are with artificial water.
After the rudiments of the world, not sparing the legs,
Many lagging behind the crowd.

Where is the source of life Water,
There repose and consolation.
There's quiet breathing, there's no waiting for trouble,
There the Lord and away to hell.
                                     
You do not spit into the well on your way,
Suddenly, it will have to come back?
You do not spit into the well, have mercy on the soul,
Suddenly a shower of dirt muddied?