Муслим Магомаев - Когда святые маршируют

We are traveling in the footsteps,
Of those who've gone before,
But we'll all be reunited
On a new and sunlit shore.

Oh when the Saints go marching in,
When the Saints go marching in,
Oh Lord I want to be in that number,
When the Saints go marching in.

And when the sun refuse to shine,
And when the sun refuse to shine,
Oh Lord I want to be in that number,
When the Saints go marching in.

When the moon turns red with blood,
When the moon turns red with blood,
Oh Lord I want to be in that number,
When the Saints go marching in.

On that hallelujah day,
On that hallelujah day,
Oh Lord I want to be in that number,
When the Saints go marching in.

Oh when the trumpet sounds the call,
Oh when the trumpet sounds the call,
Oh Lord I want to be in that number,
When the Saints go marching in.

Some say this world of trouble,
Is the only one we need,
But I'm waiting for that morning,
When the new world is revealed.

When the revolution comes,
When the revolution comes,
Oh Lord I want to be in that number,
When the Saints go marching in.

When the rich go out and work,
When the rich go out and work,
Oh Lord I want to be in that number,
When the Saints go marching in.

When the air is pure and clean,
When the air is pure and clean,
Oh Lord I want to be in that number,
When the Saints go marching in.

When we all have food to eat,
When we all have food to eat,
Oh Lord I want to be in that number,
When the Saints go marching in.

When our leaders learn to cry,
When our leaders learn to cry,
Oh Lord I want to be in that number,
When the Saints go marching in.