Текст песни
Deep in frost-kissed morning air
I watch her walk the forest trail
Past silver birch and ancient prayer
Where time moves slow as winter's veil
She seeks the spires that pierce the sky
Built by hands from long ago
Each step she takes makes me realize
How faith can make a spirit grow
These old walls hold heaven's secrets
In carved wood and copper shine
Through winding paths of pine and snow
She finds the church where angels dwell
Its weathered beams still seem to glow
With stories that the elders tell
Her fingers trace the blessed wood
Where countless prayers have been sung
I see her there where others stood
Their whispered hopes forever young
These old walls hold heaven's secrets
In carved wood and copper shine
В лесной тиши, как в храме лет
Душа находит свой ответ
Здесь купола целуют высь
И песни предков родились
Как птица в небе голубом
Летит молитва над крестом
В святой России дивный край
Где вера превращает в рай
These old walls hold heaven's secrets
In carved wood and copper shine
