Ступени

steps

Blind time fading mirrors
My breath enveloped waters .
Dozing grain did not reach ,
Crystal exclamation Gornji cymbal .

But Cross sprawled centuries
I cut the lids beam Aldebaran.
I was in charge of the secret conjugate words ,
In the twilight bleeding deception.

Accepting death is difficult , I foresaw ,
Lips foreheads ostyvshie disturbing ,
What derznolozhen dull grin ,
Loam opened its bed.

Overcoming midnight cover,
I of NC fluttering eyelids .
I was in charge of the secret conjugate words ,
In blagobagryanom cloud of hope.

And I saw the light , but it is terrible to realize
Its darkness in the light of the breaking of bread .
And for the first time painfully said,
& quot; Lord my God! I am not worthy of Heaven ! & Quot;

In spilled hour , crossed into the blood,
The minute hand black scimitar .
I pulled out the secret conjugate words ,
From the dead hands of who was and I will not.

And the blood drains out of the hole wounds
Rejoicing in the sky flame dawn.
Commanding lifeless lips ,
Touch the victims of the New Testament .

Oboronenny holiness Gifts ,
My spirit will destroy flesh spell .
I'll go to the mystery of conjugate words ,
Bed to the foot of the crucifixion.