Текст песни С Прощёным воскресеньем - А на церковных куполах...

And on the church dome
 Zazhog beam lamps spring,
 Nature has blossomed again
 Before Sunday before Lent,
 And we are in different locations
 Looking at the different sunsets ...
 It is easy to ask forgiveness to us
 For those who are not guilty before.

 And suddenly - accusations and insults
 Not for nothing have racked up a virus?
 Even the lamp is not lit,
 Kohl twice "plus" and double "minus".
 How not to understand the heat without cold.
 And the joy of meeting, without parting,
 So the attraction of our souls
 Do not live without confrontation ...

 Let's make it up - not suddenly,
 The holy Sunday,
 It is not without reason, like a circle,
 From heaven we face day of forgiveness!
 And warm rain will fly
 The palm let bygone storm,
 And if God will forgive us himself,
 Come and we'll forgive each other.