Текст песни Прощеное воскресение - на светлой Руси.

Quinquagesima Yuri Indereykin
Our life - not a solid monolith:
we are reconciled, we swear.
Sometimes, because of stupid insults
from friends turning into enemies.
And it does not hurt - feud
and meetings are already looking to the side,
in conversation one "no" and "yes"
unforgiveness face shuttered.
Chorus: Sunday before Lent - bright holiday on the bright Russia. Who was wrong - I'm sorry, without a doubt, and ask for forgiveness himself.
Who has forgotten who fate store,
who "you" to her, and who - at a distance
We are all one train ride,
only descend to different stations.
But that did not last the dark tunnel
alienation, resentment - is our salvation
persons thawed with drops
this holy holiday - Day of pardon.
Chorus.