МоsквиН - Крест
текст песни

CROSS.

From my mother, for nothing, beyond my comprehension, I alone received
A dream in hand, a stirrup in step.

I stand, singing for nearly thirty years
And they won't give me an epaulette for pallets
What good is it to me, what good is it?

For some, two sentences are meted out
And for others, just a little.
From the very threshold
Carry your cross.

A dream in hand, a stirrup in step
For some, two sentences are meted out
And for others, just a little.
A dream in hand, a stirrup in step
For you, from the very threshold
Carry your cross.

But it will be harder for him
Who doesn't betray himself
With a noose and a sawed-off shotgun.

And those who wait ahead
And who they will turn out to be – go and see
Sometimes an angel, sometimes a demon.

For some, the road is like a road
For others, a dark forest. Trust in God
Carry your cross.

Sleep well, stirrup well
For some, the road is just like any other
And for others, a dark forest.
Sleep well, stirrup well
Cry for yourself and trust in God
Carry your cross.

And when your veins begin to tremble
Then you want to run and run
From the eternal end.

Explain, otherwise I won't understand
Why did I have to go through this alone
My uneven road.

For some, it's a detour, and through a swamp
And for others, it's a cross.
Exhale on the way out, inhale on the way in
Carry your cross.

For some, it's all over
For some, it's a cross
And for others, it's a cross.
And you have only one concern
Exhale on the way out, inhale on the way in
Carry your cross.

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Music and lyrics by Andrey Moskvin