Текст песни Николай Васильчук - Веточка

Twig

1. gardener lit a fire, so as not to suffer
With long since dead branches.
And suddenly he saw a heap of fuming at that,
Living branch drenched with tears.

As it turned out a sprig of green,
Amid all these dry sticks and decrepit.
Fire fate for them is a legitimate,
And you what do you how get here?

2. You do not break the evil blizzard,
Do not drowned out by the howling blizzard miracle songs.
But now you're in the mud thrown thief
Because of the abundant fruits and wonderful.

Well you wholeheartedly stretched to the sky blue,
L You burn with the junk by the dry?
He picked it up with a mighty hand,
And whispered, do not be afraid I am with you!

3. When you were not for fertility,
I would burn with all the decrepit heap.
But now believe that thou shalt be vaccinated,
In another garden, the garden is much better.

For God nothing is impossible,
You only believe firmly in it believe.
And will break again at night star,
You zapoesh immense mercy.