I never go to pray, I’m deep in wallow,
I am somewhere aside and on the shelf.
I am a sinful man, my tired heart is hollow,
The bell inside of me is ringing for myself.
And every godly day the sun is rising,
And all that passed we’re never gonna meet.
I’m praying to our Lord, now fully realising:
Oh, please, forgive my sins! But he already did…
Again the spring's so warm and plants in blossom,
And all the snow, babbling, melts away.
A blasphemer I was, it seemed to be so awesome,
But now I see it well that only good remains.
I never go to pray, I’m deep in wallow,
I am somewhere aside and on the shelf.
I am a sinful man, my tired heart is hollow,
The bell inside of me is ringing for myself.
М. И. Танич - Молитва
© Copyright: Матвей Песегов, 2007
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