Let my verse be a prayer, from now on ...
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Do not despise half-empty words, and more than...
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I ask you to repay and I will praise your face ...
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When you burst like a thief into my world...
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Don't be angry, but... sorry.
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By your great mercy
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Bring me to the monastery .. In a quiet wasteland ...
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Sprinkle with hyssop and I'll be cleansed
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No matter how low you fall, whiten the Book of Life
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Sheets. |
I thirst, unquenchable
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Satisfy at least once. |
irresistible
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The power of the spirits of the fallen
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Tame. |
I suffer
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Jerusalem give me a fathom of earth
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Do not honor in the lists of innumerable, incurably greedy
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Forgive pride and now let them be strong in spirit
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Like seraphim... and cast out my sadness, the sin of the flesh
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Bestial anger, laziness of the body.
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Like the desert of Palestine, arrogance is my captivity
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Barren years thresholds of vices
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Where is he? |
The lot of the poor, troubles. |
Dreams mind-blowing deliberately
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Ulcers, leprosy of death, saturated with poison, caustic
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Sorry it's rare.
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I was recently a parishioner of the temple,
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And now my trace is completely gone there
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Father, I would justify myself, but I can’t find words. |
And for a hundred years
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After all, he considered bows to be absurd humility
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Give me the strength to turn my right cheek to the cruel
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And leave crumbs to others, handing out chests
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Full. Repay grace to my traitors,
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Turn the enemies of damnation into their happiness.
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Not indifferently, give me repentance,
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And let the drops of tears become alms
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I don't trust anyone for a single nail
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Only to God
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And only He is my judge
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Stones? |
What. |
Throw it - they won't touch me
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Go away, leave.
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I don't trust anyone for a single nail
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Only to God
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And only He is my judge
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Stones? |
What. |
Throw it - they won't touch me
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Go away, leave!
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A stale whisper. |
My God, my God!
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Have mercy on my people, do not execute for horoscopes,
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Stacks of books of the damned.
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They've gone crazy!
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Stubbornly and stubbornly they build their coffin in a crowd
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Children of money!
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Give them tantrums, sensations on TV
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Blavatsky, Roerich, stupid
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Where is your Peter? |
Don't want to live in gossip
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And whip a new sect, where life is like tsatska
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Bosom of Babylon
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-Moscow is dead and we won't last long
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Due to duty full of omnipotence
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And there domes and posts
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Only crosses on their graves
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And in the souls of darkness.
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How many of them left, Orthodoxy?!
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For the sake of permissiveness
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Today, yesterday, earlier
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And waiting for the wounded hell
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Seconds counting, Lord, reason with them!
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I don't trust anyone for a single nail
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Only to God
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And only He is my judge
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Stones? |
What. |
Throw it away - they won't touch me..
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Go away, leave.
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I don't trust anyone for a single nail
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Only to God
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And only He is my judge
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Stones? |
What. |
Throw it - they won't touch me
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Go away, leave! |