Текст песни Ledovik - Каждому своё

I have long known how hard it is to fall asleep
In the bustle of new buildings and high -rise buildings.
From plastic windows does not see the path,
You won’t understand at random whether it is light or heavy.
Let the neon light cut our eyes
And a dangerous razor dancing over Vienna,
The Mother of God is crying, a tear flows down,
But in prayer, no one will bow the knees.
Let the fire tremble in the forgotten chapel,
By melting the saints and mournful faces ...
Three -passion, a fist clenches a palm,
Here praise and hula are equivalent to great.
Like a lasar, from the grotto going into the light,
Not dead, or maybe not resurrected,
I break out of darkness right into the New Testament,
Not sinless already and slightly sophisticated.
Pharisees have been celebrating a triumph for a long time,
The crying in the desert will not be heard,
Devil's violations
He controls the crowd, what to do, Almighty?
I am a little a little and familiar with sins,
Though not a thief, not a killer, not an alch of a stranger.
I bake about myself, not about my neighbor,
Only next to me I do not see this.
The deeds of my flesh are objectionable to the soul,
And the flesh of the spirit, alas, is unpleasant for the body.
There is no unambiguousness in the appropriation of cliches,
Someone will become a saint, renouncing faith.
Some of the road leads to the void,
Someone walks the path to the nearest temple.
Someone just stands in a cold wind
And he does not take a step, fearing deception.
Everyone is given to choose. Days go a series.
Life and death endlessly replace each other.
Ground graves with green grass,
There is no path that removes from this circle.
S. Ivanov