Текст песни Булат Окуджава - Молитва

Prayer of Francois Villon

As long as the earth still turns,
So far, more bright light,
Lord, give thou to each
What he does not have:
Clever give head
Coward forbid horse
Give the fortunate money
And do not forget about me.

As long as the earth still revolves -
Lord, your power! -
Give power-hungry
Navlastvovatsya relish.
Give a break to the generous
At least until the outcome of the day,
Cain let remorse
And do not forget about me.

I know - you all know how,
I believe in your wisdom,
How to believe the soldiers killed,
What he przhivaet in paradise.
How believe each ear
Quiet your speeches,
As we believe ourselves,
Not knowing what we are doing.

O Lord, my God,
The green-eyed, my!
While the world is still turning
And why it should,
It is still missing
Time and fire
Give you a little of everything
And do not forget about me.
Give you a little of everything
And do not forget about me.