Текст песни Павел Теплов, Михаил Коськов - Не напрасно, не случайно жизнь от Бога нам дана...

Gift wasted the gift of random,

Life, why are you given me?

Or what fate a mystery

You are sentenced to death?

Who me hostile power

From nothingness called,

My soul filled with passion,

Mind excited with doubt?

There is no purpose in front of me:

Heart empty, idle mind

And I was tormented anguish

Monotonous life noise.

Pushkin

In response to this poem by Metropolitan Filaret of Moscow has sent his poems to the poet, the following:

Not in vain, no accident

Life is given to us by God,

The mind is silent, but his heart is clear -

Life is given to us by God.

Not without the will of God in mystery

And he condemned the execution.

I myself am a wayward power

The evil of the dark abyss called,

The very soul filled with passion,

The mind with doubts excited ...

I remembered, my forgetfulness.

Beamed through the darkness of doom -

And builds thee

The heart is pure, bright mind.

Metropolitan Filaret