Текст песни М.Ю.Лермонтов запись 2004г. - Исповедь

Confession

I believe, I promise to believe
Though he has not experienced it,
What could not be hypocritical monk
And live as sworn;
With kisses and smiles
People are not always tricky,
What fellow small errors
They forgive sometimes,
That time heals the suffering,
What happiness Created by the world for,
What virtue is not the name
And life Pobol than a dream! ...

But faith warm experience hladny
Contrary to every moment,
And the mind, as before cheerless,
The desired goal is not achieved;
And my heart is full of regret,
Keeps a deep imprint
The dead, but visions of saints -
And the shadow of the senses, which is no more;
Its nothing to frighten,
And the fact that it was used poison to others,
He gives life, its powers
Fire biting her.