Lyrics Баста - Моя молитва

And all that remains for me is to pray
May my prayer last forever
May my prayer!

Like broken glass
As on hot coals
I walked with memories towards the morning
Thoughts enveloped me in sacred sutras
Pulse beat out empty numbers to the beat
Inhale, exhale, I can't breathe
Eagerly I grab the air, meditation seems
Times, feelings, tastes, tastes change
Declining names, tribes, courses, principles
Burned to ashes, then raised from the ashes
Souls, temples by a millimeter to the light
Someone endures, someone believes, someone turns by faith
Someone has a sacred thrill about the wind
Someone ceases to be at dawn
Live, know, wait, death tears the thread
The beat beats to the rhythm, paints plots on canvases
Creation, inspiration, prayer on the lips
On sheets in different languages, hieroglyphs
In our words, we ask for different things, Lord
Outcast, overthrown, damned, crumpled destinies
Ignoramuses, nobles, judges, living and dead
Baptized, baptized, anathema devotees
The righteous, sinners and their followers
Researchers who did not receive an answer to the question
In whom is the truth? Allah, Buddha, Christ
I believe in the power of my mother's tears
In her prayer for me and that's enough for me
I believe in brotherhood, the correctness of the path I have chosen
I believe in love, there is no power stronger than love
I believe in the immortality of the soul, but I'm in no hurry to die
I ask about mine, about God's secret in prayers
I sin, of course I sin, because I am not an angel
Tears of purification, I myself have cried more than once
I put candles for those who are no longer alive
I often think about them in my prayers.
For those with whom I did not have time to say goodbye
I want to be quiet and pray a little!

And all that remains for me is to pray
May my prayer last forever
May my prayer!

You know, brother, in principle, yes and pray
To have to when there is nothing else to catch
When the pain of a steel needle pierces through and through
When faith melts before our eyes, it happens
No one will know the ways of our destinies
Life is the command of invisible judges - we are ruining ourselves
Moving away from the essence we submit to vices
Like blind youth to false prophets
A mad stream of people
Hope for happiness, prayer to God by fax
The sky sheds tears - the earth steals water from the sky
Being yourself is a serious reason
Number, wire, cold at the other end
Voice, it has lies again in every word
A hypocritical whisper causes vomiting
Life, work so much because I only live today
I'm kind of young, my soul accumulates experience
I know remembers me
The one who looks at me from the sky
My soul echoes those who pray to God
With the hope that everything will come true, everything will come true
I want what everyone wants
Love, family, children, to be remembered
So that I do not forget about those who no longer exist
About those who died were killed
But until the end remained brave
About those who did not manage to reach the top
Brother, I often hear your voice in the car
Recorded on CD and your best tracks
You are forever in my heart, forever
Looking back is what I regret
There is something that I will never be able to fix
I'm leaving again, but to return
I ask you to pray sincerely for me!

And all that remains for me is to pray
May my prayer last forever
May my prayer!