Текст песни Валерий Малышев - Не отыми покрова

Not otymi Intercession not otymi Intercession!
Mournful my head mournfully ...

Here in the wilderness living, and the church is crowned with a cross.
All the gardens, orchards cherries in bloom.
CallBack, roosters greet the dawn,
It smells of smoke, sweet bread for miles.

Crane flying steady and smooth
Over the river, whose blood is cool and clean.
And the people more and more Russian, Orthodox,
With childlike faith in the Resurrection of Christ.

Not otymi Intercession not otymi Intercession!
Mournful my head mournfully ...

Day after day, year after year and century after century
Time is moving, but if necessary,
And in the quiet conversation between God and man
No division by strangers and their own.

In a noisy world of joy and sorrow sounds
You are able to listen and not talk.
There can, no swearing or arguing,
Day to live, to forgive and to thank.

Here, the water in the keys in the heat of honey sweeter,
Honey in the autumn transparent water
Here God on Easter day is longer than a year
And the prayer of Grace, and the works.

Not otymi Intercession not otymi Intercession!
Mournful my head mournfully ...