Текст песни фонограмма - 1420 Под горой смоковница растет

Under the mountain fig tree grows,
How it is applied labor ...
The third year of the gardener it is,
And it is all unfruitful ...

The apparel is lush,
Branches loosened the ground,
A gardener sad says:
"What, tell me, happened to you?

Remember when you were a blade of grass,
I'll diligently watered;
You're under the sun has risen rapidly,
And your fruit unto me the joy filed.

Gordy enveloped leaves,
You can kill yourself because:
I commanded your landlord yesterday
I you, barren, cut down!

But he was in tears I cried,
He gave you life for a year,
"You chop down it - he said -
If I do not give it its fruit ""

Oh, my friend, is not it you and I,
Without work and without fruit we live?
We left the joyous peace,
Execution of the judgment are waiting for ...

But the Lord does not want us to ruin,
He has extended the life of us,
Let us serve the Lord,
Mindful of the lesson of the fig tree.