Текст песни Русавуки - Как много в мире есть дорог широких

How much of the world there are roads: the broad,
But only one way to heaven.
The end is always a joy to,
Where Fortunately, the world has no end.

Chorus:
You, Father, himself lead me Tropez
Hold me, so I do not fall.
There are still quite a bit because,
Just a little, little is left to us to tread.

Though the path is narrow but lit by Jesus,
Washed immaculate blood of the saints.
And because it is easier to them to go,
For the Lord Himself leads us ahead.

How much of the world there are roads: the broad,
But only one way to heaven.
The end is always a joy to,
Where Fortunately, the world has no end.

Chorus:
You, Father, himself lead me Tropez
Hold me, so I do not fall.
There are still quite a bit because,
Just a little, little is left to us to tread.

Though the path is narrow but lit by Jesus,
Washed immaculate blood of the saints.
And because it is easier to them to go,
For the Lord Himself leads us ahead.