Текст песни Людмила Пинчук - Что ты сделаешь Богу распятому

What will you do to God crucified?
Maybe, like Pilate, do you push away?
It is indifferent to you, He is incomprehensible
And, like everyone else, will you leave Him?

Maybe you are like a Roman warrior
You will hit the Lanites again
And He again, beaten and spat upon,
Pass on hot plates ...

Can you really tell God
Becoming apart like all others:
& quot; I’ll live a little without you.
Tired of my life immaculate & # 33; & quot;

And you turn your back to Him
Well, the heart will break from grief ...
God is forsaken, not someone else ...
No, you cannot stay without Him & # 33; & # 33; & # 33;

I will not throw reproach to you
For the melodies of alien songs.
God wants instead of pathetic crumbs
Give you Heavenly Bread & # 33;

Maybe this call is the last
The sun gently pours rays.
And in your soul is a gloomy glacier.
It is closed, do not find the keys ...

Jesus loves you very much
Again standing at the closed door.
Do you really want him
Entrust the healing of the soul? & # 33;

So who will you open your soul to?
Oh, answer now, not later & # 33; & # 33; & # 33;
What will you do to Jesus
Called Christ? ...