Lyrics отец Геннадий. Странник 5 - 14 Детство
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Детство.
Ленивое детство мне вспомнилось после трудов.
Будто там, за чертой уходившего за мгновенье -
Пенье.
Разливалось святое небесное пенье
Ангельских голосов.
И не слышно уже утомленного шума земли. Дни.
Быстротечные дни промелькнули, едва ли задев суетой.
Что же дни?
Так бездарно проносятся; время летит, словно птица.
Время, тяжесть и жажда, так желает сознанье напиться
Чистых вод благодати и влиться
В славословие вечных миров.
Грех таков: убивает любовь пустота.
Немота перед Богом, пред любящим верным Отцом.
Отчий Дом, милый Дом,
Тот парящий на ангельских крыльях Вечный Дом
Вечно ждет, Мир щедрот.
Наша жизнь, как дырявая лодка, чуть плывет
И тихонько стремится на дно.
Суждено,
Видно, всем нам очистить себя в этих водах
И выйти, сострадая и вечно любя,
В дивный Сад, Вечный Сад, в тот, откуда мы родом.
Childhood.
Lazy childhood I remembered after work.
If there is, below the care for a moment -
Peña.
Pours holy heavenly singing
Angelic voices.
And I have not heard the weary earth noise. Days.
Fleeting days have flown, barely hitting the fuss.
What days?
So stupidly rush; time flies like a bird.
Time, gravity and thirst, so the consciousness wants to get drunk
Clear waters of grace and merge
In praise of the eternal worlds.
Sin is that kills love emptiness.
Muteness before God, before the faithful loving Father.
Father's Home, Sweet Home,
He rides on the wings of angels Eternal Home
Forever waiting for World bounty.
Our life is like a leaky boat, just floats
And quietly tends to bottom.
destined
It is evident to all of us to purify ourselves in these waters
And get out, compassion and love forever,
The wonderful garden, the Eternal Garden, in that where we come from.
Lazy childhood I remembered after work.
If there is, below the care for a moment -
Peña.
Pours holy heavenly singing
Angelic voices.
And I have not heard the weary earth noise. Days.
Fleeting days have flown, barely hitting the fuss.
What days?
So stupidly rush; time flies like a bird.
Time, gravity and thirst, so the consciousness wants to get drunk
Clear waters of grace and merge
In praise of the eternal worlds.
Sin is that kills love emptiness.
Muteness before God, before the faithful loving Father.
Father's Home, Sweet Home,
He rides on the wings of angels Eternal Home
Forever waiting for World bounty.
Our life is like a leaky boat, just floats
And quietly tends to bottom.
destined
It is evident to all of us to purify ourselves in these waters
And get out, compassion and love forever,
The wonderful garden, the Eternal Garden, in that where we come from.