When God Shut the door, I fell on the floor I don't want war, but He knows sure When God shuts the door, He opens one more
When God shut the door, I fell on the floor I don't want war, but He knows sure When God shuts the door, opens one more
Sunrise brought another reality Woke up with a different mentality I hear music — must be the violins Prelude to the symphony of violence Detuned awful minor chord They use instead the bow's the sword Pulled the doorknob, my door locked Why are You closing my door, Lord?
When God shut the door, I fell on the floor I don't want war, but He knows sure When God shut the door, opens one more When God shut the door, I fell on the floor I don't want war, but He knows sure When God shuts the door, He opens one more
Zakrychaly pivni Ne zranku, ta v pivnich: "Vstanʹ, odyahnysya! Bohu pomolysya!" Dzvonyatʹ dzvony midni Na skhodi ta pivdni Bohu pomolysya Trychi okhrestysya
Povstavaly ridni: Bahati i bidni Trychi okhrestysya Prosty i prostysya! Zlym budutʹ zlydni A my — voli hidni Ne viryu, a znayu: Nam Boh pomahaye!
Sanctus Benedictus ventris tui Sabaoth Domine Deus et osanna in excelsis Sabaoth Domine
[Angielski, ukraiński, łaciński]
When God shut the door, I fell on the floor I don't want war, but He knows sure When God shuts the door, He opens one more
When God shut the door, I fell on the floor I don't want war, but He knows sure When God shuts the door, opens one more
Sunrise brought another reality Woke up with a different mentality I hear music — must be the violins Prelude to the symphony of violence Detuned awful minor chord They use instead the bow's the sword Pulled the doorknob, my door locked Why are You closing my door, Lord?
When God shut the door, I fell on the floor I don't want war, but He knows sure When God shut the door, opens one more When God shut the door, I fell on the floor I don't want war, but He knows sure When God shuts the door, He opens one more
Закричали півні Не зранку, та в північ: "Встань, одягнися! Богу помолися!" Дзвонять дзвони мідні На сході та півдні Богу помолися Тричі охрестися
Повставали рідні: Багаті і бідні Тричі охрестися Прости і простися! Злим будуть злидні А ми — волі гідні Не вірю, а знаю: Нам Бог помагає!
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