Молитва - Царице моя преблагая - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

My queen is consuming, my Mother of God, a friend of the blue and strange performers, mourning joy, offended by the patroness! Enough my trouble, you will see my sorrow, help me as if it’s weak, murdize me as strange. I am a resentment of my weight, allow the one, as if you are wool: it is not the imam of the very help of you, nor other representatives, nor vigor of the comforter, tokmo to you, about the Bogomati, like preserving me and cover it forever and ever. Amen.