Олег Газманов - Марк, Матфей, Иоанн и Лука
текст песни

If the wind calls me on the road,
I will pray before going on a hike
You, so that the road is easy,
Mark, Matthew, John and Luke

And in the way, everything is waiting for me:
Sea, land, separation, flight
Help me down
Mark, Matthew, John and Luke

From the flood, shooting and fire,
Take care of me from trouble
From crashes and evil blade,
Mark, Matthew, John and Luke

Take care of the evil eye on the way,
Help me go through the mountains,
So as not to let the sort of longing,
Mark, Matthew, John and Luke

So that my blood survives without me,
So that none of the relatives is sick,
Give me the strength to wait for the call,
Mark, Matthew, John and Luke

So that I can return home
Unharmed, alive, not sick,
To meet the sunset with relatives,
Mark, Matthew, John and Luke

So that we all in the way to survive,
All the saints must be sung together,
So that our path is easy,
Mark, Matthew, John and Luke