Teacher - Научи меня молиться - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Teach me to pray, good angel, teach me: soften your lips with a fragrance!

Yes, into the souls of the soul, the sun will imbue the eternal rays, and the Keys will score in my chest! Give my prayer wings, give me a flight in height, give me faith unconditional height and warmth!

Unsiant, unrequited babies purity and high, holy beggars of spirit!

Give, shaking the earthly bonds, with the ashes of a wandering legs, let me fade away the noise of the battles of everyday life and anxieties.

May the prayer damn reveal to me, yes, death, immortality and God will merge into one to the Duma!