Никита Рязанский [Nikita Ryazanskij] [English translation]

Nikita Ryazanskiy

Built a city, and he didn't have enough nails.

Nikita Ryazanskiy

Stretched out his hands and saw a drop of rain in them;

Nikita Ryazanskiy

Left the city and went into the garden.

Nikita Ryazanskiy

Leaving his father and learning who're younger.

Holy Sofia,

Founding out of him, came to his house;

Holy Sofia

Looked for him and found him under a bush;

She baptized him

Salty bread and bitter wine,

And they prayed and laughed together:

Look, Lord:

Fortress, and from the fortress - fear,

And we, the children, in Your hands,

Teach us to see You

Behind every trouble...

Accept, Lord, this bread and wine,

Look, Lord, - here we go to the bottom;

Teach us to breathe underwater...

Nine thousand churches

Wait for Him, because He must save;

Nine thousand churches

Seek Him, and they can't find Him;

It was raining at night again,

And the fire burned out, only smoke remained to us;

But the city will be saved,

While the three of us

Continue to speak with Him:

Look, Lord:

Fortress, and from the fortress - fear,

And we, the children, in Your hands,

Teach us to see You

Behind every trouble...

Accept, Lord, this bread and wine,

Look, Lord, - here we go to the bottom;

Teach us to breathe underwater...

• Artist:Boris Grebenshchikov
• Album:Русский альбом (1992)