Николай Сербский - Господи, пробуди все души спящие... - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

76. Lord, awaken all souls sleeping

At dawn, when I wake up, my first thoughts fly to you; The first movement of the soul is to reach your smile; My first whisper is your name; The first amazement is nearby.

Like a baby who saw a terrible dream, he hurries to take refuge in his mother’s arms and rejoices that the dream did not separate him from her, so I, having awakened, hurry to your arms, rejoicing that the wanderings in a dream did not separate me from you.

How unloved I am with you, my love! Shame eats me up for my dislike of you. You do not leave me for a moment, I wander around my dreams without you for hours. Therefore, I swear my dreams and my sleep and admire the forces of heaven, neither in the day nor at night not reducing you from you.

The dream tires - you bring peace and rest. There will be no peace of tired without contemplation of you, nor comfort to the mourning without talking with you, nor health to the patient without touching your right hand, nor cleansing unclean without washing in your light.

I hurry to your temple in deserted streets, hurry and do not meet anyone in my way. Everyone is sleeping and in their dreams they suffer from separation from you, and you are sitting by each bed and wait until the souls return from distant wanderings.

Shame eats me up, my love, for the disobedience of human souls, that the source of their life leave for so long.

Forest animals woke up at the dawn, and you stand next to them and graze them. Beasts think about food, they think about food in the morning, just like me, but I know that you can only satisfy your hunger.

I hasten with deserted streets at dawn, seeking your glory. I hear a mumejin, on the tower of screaming, I hear the bells, calling to the temple. And I ascend my thoughts and look from heights to the Earth to see how many children of human children abandoned the wanderings of the crazy and greeted the existing, distant from the madness of sleep.

The holy hermits woke up in the cells and caves and talk with you. Those whose souls never lie up stood up, but, like burning candles, day and night are directly before you.

Bless, Lord, all prayers and hermits, with their life, like an incense, cherishing the sleeping land.

Many thousands of souls at dawn are parting with the body. And when the sun is born, it will light up with a melting candle over many dead.

And I look at you, my love, how you are inclined over thousands of dying and waiting for them to call your name. And you hear how some of their lives repent of their life and scream to you for help.

Bless, Lord, all repenting the mortal and respond to their call.

I hasten with deserted streets, my glory, and I enter your temple to sing to you. And I stand in the temple, with your angels filled. And I fall on my knees and pray in tears: wake up to yourself, Lord, a nonsense, all souls sleeping my and my people!

The souls of sinners were heavy and weakened and fell to the borders of the Adovo. O Love, always awake, awake them before death encounters their sleepless, eternal, terrible dream, which will not dawn the light of your face ...