Акафист Пресвятой Троице - Кондак 9 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Every nature, woe and the bottom, constantly glorifies the chas, the eternal creator and God: on heaven unniest, holy, holy, holy, day and night they appeal, but the warriors of their own crowns to the foot of your feet are considered: we, on the earth with all the creature, are, like The decoration in the image of your entertaining glory, we pray to you and from you great and rich mercy of tea, calling: Halleluja!