Текст песни Тина Кароль и Стас Михайлов - Моя душа как странница

My soul is like the pilgrim
Losing the days around the world rushes
Hit her - she bared
Stroked her - she prayed
Hit her - she bared
Stroked her - she prayed

My soul is like a bird singing
From morning to night and sings laments
And believing in eternal life beyond the grave
And all are frightened of their sins
And believing in eternal life beyond the grave
And all are frightened of their sins

My soul is like a prisoner
All sinful vice constrained
Praise her - she is all white
Start curse - it is there all black
Praise her - she is all white
Start curse - it is there all black

And our souls as if travelers
That fall then rise
God save us when stumble
God forgive us when we repent
God save us when stumble
God forgive us when we repent

My soul is like the pilgrim
Losing the days around the world rushes
Hit her - she bared
Stroked her - it is there to pray
Hit her - she bared
Stroked her - she prayed