Now it's so convenient not to believe in you,
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Immediately a ton of freedom, open doors to the world.
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New friends and good ones will instantly gain trust,
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Fewer unresolved tasks, failures and losses.
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And look, it all seems to fit together.
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Well, who will stand up for you - these crowds of holy fools?
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Wretched, ugly, beggars and miserable;
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They don't care what to drown for - whether for beer, for the Motherland.
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But I keep saying incessantly, know this is the most important thing:
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I repeat as much as I can that I am Orthodox.
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Let me be less than everything, but never equal.
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Completely incorrigible or defective.
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So give me the strength not to deny Christ,
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To the cross, to the very cross.
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And brighter than all the lights, a sign to see your finger,
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To the cross, to the very cross.
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Wherever I wander, do not leave for a moment,
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To the cross, to the very cross.
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To the cross, to the very cross.
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To the cross, to the very cross.
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I would like to know, and not a moron, whether I set goals.
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Among troubadours, trouvers, minstrels.
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And do not the list of achievements laugh at the chickens,
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After all, not for the sake of the purple tape, or the trills.
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Sometimes it beckons to insert a strong word,
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To attract such a weak little man.
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Glory is so fleeting, make everyone's dreams come true,
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After all, we do not know how much we have left until the end.
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No matter how, you know everything yourself, to whom am I lying?
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And I can’t say a couple of phrases coherently without you.
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I hate, I love, I curse and pray on the run,
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Like mindless cattle in a poisonous meadow.
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So give me the strength not to deny Christ,
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To the cross, to the very cross.
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And brighter than all the lights, a sign to see your finger,
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To the cross, to the very cross.
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Wherever I wander, do not leave for a moment,
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To the cross, to the very cross.
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To the cross, to the very cross.
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To the cross, to the very cross.
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My soul, dare you to come to judgment.
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After all, I am blacker than the crown of the head - cowardly and stupid.
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Fornication and rude, talkative and stingy, dreary and dry,
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To cross in the morning is an unbearable work.
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My head will be laid down on a bed of stone,
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And then the judgment of my sad deeds will be summed up,
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But give me, God, before the end - repentance,
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Give me, God, before the end - repentance.
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So give me the strength not to deny Christ,
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To the cross, to the very cross.
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And brighter than all the lights, a sign to see your finger,
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To the cross, to the very cross.
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Wherever I wander, do not leave for a moment,
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To the cross, to the very cross.
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To the cross, to the very cross.
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To the cross, to the very cross.
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To the cross, to the very cross.
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To the cross, to the very cross.
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To the cross, to the very cross.
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Until the cross...
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So give me the strength not to deny Christ,
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To the cross, to the very cross.
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And brighter than all the lights, a sign to see your finger,
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To the cross, to the very cross.
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Wherever I wander, do not leave for a moment,
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To the cross, to the very cross.
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To the cross, to the very cross.
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To the cross, to the very cross. |