Текст песни Виктор Третьяков - Блудный Сын

I'm tired of the war , inside and around
And from the evil will not collapse ,
But today the cycle of opening his
I leave in the main on his way.

Confessed aloud, and with pride, I'm sorry,
Run down to one of the churches ,
And in the views of old women , crossing himself clumsily ,
Stand by Your icons .

Calm unruly my soul .
Give me a sip of faith and poor shelter
I'm tired , I've been standing at the threshold :
Would knock on the door , but do not give sins .

Matter whether in the soul reigns Satan
That I could not in any way be reconciled with You
And as long as this war continues
Do not drive me, O Lord , you hear? I - yours.

How was riddled losses and notes
But today subside fights.
I will go through this door , paying the price for entrance,
And I will give it into thine hand.

And through the sinful flesh , as if the devil does not wondered
Dokrichus to celestial peaks
And the Lord answered : & quot; I've been waiting for you .
Welcome back! Welcome back, my son prodigal ! & Quot;