Сергей Демидович - В старой церквушке - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The floors in the old church have rotted away,

The old church is empty inside. Only on holidays do the sinful people bring candles to the bored Lord.

Near the old church, weeds have grown, blocking the path to the church door,

And the tired priest at the altar

Whispers a prayer to God, and a tear flows.

Don't cry, priest, Soon the thunder will strike, God's house will be full again.

People will uproot the old weeds, Candles will be lit, Your church will come alive.

The peasant waits patiently, as always in Rus', For an invitation from God to come to his holy temple. Making the sign of the cross over his brow, Praying in humility, that it may pass.