Свет оконный дождь зальет, Разведут мосты, Ветер в небо унесет нотные листы... Не во сне, а наяву смог увидеть он, Как стучался в синеву погребальный звон. Он ушел в расцвете сил, на исходе дня, И никто не попросил: "Ты прости меня...", И никто не разглядел, что над ним сиял венец...
И потом, сквозь сорок дней, На святой порог, Сколько вынес он скорбей, Знает только Бог, Тот, которого любил он, И у него просил... просил:
"Дай мне, Господи, веру, Дай мне, Господи, веру, Дай мне, Господи, веру, Дай надежду, дай любовь... " Candles , Empty house . Woe to drink iced tea At my table. Again, the winds of change breaks the edge , On the Arbat in the day he died musician ...
People were walking past all day, How are you now, And, as always made from lead eye No tears , no heat - Dislike took her !
Only he does not judge , God will judge all - He knows everything, He lived here , He's one helped . In the fierce cold He warmed , He sang softly to him :
& quot; Give me , O Lord, faith , Give me , O Lord, faith , Give me , O Lord, faith , Give hope , give love ... & quot;
Light rain will flood the window , Divorced bridges, The wind will blow in the sky music sheet ... Not a dream , but in reality he was able to see , How knocked into the blue toll . He left in his prime, at the end of the day , And no one asked : & quot; You forgive me ... & quot ;, And no one could see that shone upon him the crown ...
And then, through forty days , On the holy threshold, How many sorrows he ruled , Only God knows , One that he loved , And he asked ... asked :
& quot; Give me , O Lord, faith , Give me , O Lord, faith , Give me , O Lord, faith , Give hope , give love ... & quot;