СПБДА - Тебе одеющагося - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

You are clothed with light, like a robe, Joseph from the tree with Nicodemus, and seeing the dead naked unburied, we accept the compassionate cry, weeping in the words: Woe is me, sweetest one. Jesus, Who saw the sun hanging in the distance on the Cross, covered with darkness, and the earth shook with fear, and the church veil was torn: but now I see Thee, for my sake I raised death by will. How will I bury you, my God, or what kind of shroud will I wrap around you? With which hand shall I touch Your incorruptible body? Or I will sing songs of Thy exodus, I will magnify Thy Passion, I will sing hymns and Thy burial with the Resurrection, calling: Lord, glory to Thee.