Текст песни Виктор Третьяков - Колокола

Bells - Victor Tretyakov

Do not see swans -
Bird shot.
There is no good between people
As if so ordered.

It would fit to call upon Christ
Only Camp trumpeting "hang up".
Forgive us, Russia is a mother,
What have we done with you!

Forgive your people
Living in unconsciousness.
In it the executioner and the freak
Sang about equality.

And when he cut the crosses to the domes,
And to Jesus the lead poured into the mouth,
A tear did not flow down her cheeks
Your people were seriously ill.

Chorus:
In the oven, all the bells,
Below zero:
The church gave us metal
For bullets.
Torn from the bells
Tongue,
Who looked over the trunks -
Got used to

Under the Sickle you can live
Crossed with a hammer
But for all there must be
Dome under the gold.

You can believe in Christ, you can believe in order,
Only the soul needs holiness:
Build your bell tower
But do not touch that are already!

With God to live or not,
The dispute was debased.
How many years - so much trouble
The path is dishonored.

We only forget the truth now mow,
If you just let her grow
And to ask Russia from its knees:
Please, forgive us!

Chorus:
Recall ... all the bells
Below zero
The church gave us metal
For bullets.
Torn from the bells
Tongue,
Who looked over the trunks ...
Has got used ???