Андрей Витюк - Икона - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

In the corner there is an icon - a mother in a headscarf will again kneel down and begin to ask Directly from God for her own child: “Help, Almighty, save my son.” Directly from God for his own child: “Help, Almighty, save my son.” Everyone is equal before God, before the icon, Who is tied up in a war or a zone, And Russian mothers have bitter tears - For everyone who is waiting for their children to come home. Photo on the chest of drawers - her husband died at the front, and she raised her son alone as best she could. An old icon in church gilding. Together with it, it endured all the troubles and pain. An old icon in church gilding. Together with it, it endured all the troubles and pain. Everyone is equal before God, before the icon, Who is tied up in a war or a zone, And Russian mothers have bitter tears - For everyone who is waiting for their children to come home. y. In our churches the candles will never go out, And human sins cannot be counted forever. Let the evening of the long-awaited meeting come, Let the mother meet her son in a distant city. Let the evening of the long-awaited meeting come, Let the mother meet her son in a distant city. Everyone is equal before God, before the icon, Who is tied up in a war or a zone, And Russian mothers have bitter tears - For everyone who is waiting for their children to come home. Everyone is equal before God, before the icon, Who is tied up in a war or a zone, And Russian mothers have bitter tears - For everyone who is waiting for their children to come home.