Мужской хор Подворья Троице-Сергиевой Лавры в Москве - Днесь висит на древе - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

It hangs on the tree, sometimes hanging on the waters; the crown of thorns is taxed, and the king of the angels; The clouds are dressed in a false crimson, dressing the sky; The sound is pleasant, in Jordan, free Adam; With nails, the bridegroom has naked; A copy of the Virgo's son. We will bow to your passion, Christ. We will bow to your passion, Christ. We will bow to your passion, Christ. Show us and your glorious resurrection.

It’s not like Judea is celebrated, for our Easter is for us the Jesus Christ: but we will cleanse ourselves from all the filth and pure him purely: resurrect, Lord, save us, as a man -lover.

Your cross, Lord, life and intercession of your people are, and nan hoping, we sing our crucified God: have mercy on us.