The Narrow Gate

Enter at the narrow gate
But don’t fall off the path
The world needs moral heroes

I went over with a fine-tooth comb
The prospects on the road to happiness
Lovely, lovely

Pretty queen
Left me up
But now she’s back
I’m so glad

Seven times the news has come
But this time is the very last one
The voice cries in the wilderness

Now before you put your mind to sleep
Bring forth your problems in humility
Lovely, lovely

Living souls
Blow with warmth
From purple hеat
Now I’m cold