Jerry Heil - When God Shut The Door

[Angielski, ukraiński (latynizacja), 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

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!

Sanctus Benedictus ventris tui Sabaoth Domine
Deus et osanna in excelsis Sabaoth Domine