Текст песни София Никулина - По тонкой кромке бытия

On the edge of being thin
Falling without fear
In all hoping the
I was, in no repenting.
That song soul fun,
That new fad,
I blithely proparhala
Above the fire within

On the edge of being thin
Vela me bondage
I began to ask myself,
What proportion of this
I became angry and grumble
In fact, on se, for it.
And do not touch the grace
Soul neobogretoy.

When the deeper and more painful
I crashed in the mountain,
Caught in a desperate passion
I cried painfully.
And with a thin edge of existence
Ready to break
I went to church the old
Sin goodbye.

I remember clear eyes,
Transparent hand a movement
And what I said then
Priest in consolation
And I poured my grief,
As the rainy hundred hot
And the one I'm sorry,
That was the first time crying.

Sound incomprehensible words
Suddenly gaining strength
And I whispered again and again:
"Lord have mercy!"
Have mercy, Lord, I
Shining Star of the East
Now, on the edge of existence
I am not alone.

Have mercy, Lord, I
Shining Star of the East
Now, on the edge of existence
I am not alone.