The encyclopedia of Russian folk music Maybe it's not a mountain, you know where it comes from That stream is coming, it flows for a moment Christ would be forgotten, if not for Judas His faithful apostle, his best disciple It doesn't matter anymore, whether he cried or laughed Whether he was firm or rebelled, in heaven or nowhere Maybe he was scared, maybe he was humiliated What's important is that in the end, what's important is that on the cross And he saved time, only four wounds And proved with pain, where there was not enough strength This is a toy for us, and even somehow it's not strange That they wrote freely, everything he taught We say, a traitor, we judge by our measure We, who still have a short trail in life And I say, create monuments to Judas And open a museum of thirty coins in winter