Lyrics Евгений Сусоров - Я вернулся, Господи

The white angelic gates
The sun kisses the moon.
Why should I lie, Lover?
I saw this country.

I fell into this grass,
high, to the hip,
where the sky sews the canvas
cheerful ringing of a mosquito.

I returned, O Lord, into Thy hands,
meet up!

Well, what can I tell you,
than for love to repay,
looking back
on a chain of events and dates?

The taste of herbs on the lips,
yes pain under the left rib,
yes barking of domestic dogs,
yes tar, mixed in rum.

I returned, O Lord, into Thy hands,
meet up!

And in that country everything is not so.
Not so - believe it, do not believe it.
There the water is in rough hands
brings the baby a beast.

With a reveler a monk divides bread,
and the box is a juggler and a count.
There the temple is a Christmas cowshed,
and everyone who loves is right.

I returned, O Lord, into Thy hands,
meet up!

I've seen this country
But in the summer the night is short.
Measured time of sleep
before the first guard of the kick.

A cart, bread and wine,
and - the path under eternal rain ...
Beloved, let's wait,
While in the heavens it's dark.

At the junction of the dawn hours,
at a meeting of thirsty hands,
on heavyweight scales
lies the road to the south.

I returned, O Lord, into Your hands.
Meet me!