Смешанный хор СПбДА - Тебе одеющагося - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

You, dressed with light, like clothes, / Joseph, having removed from the tree with a nicodemus, / and seeing the dead, naked, not buried, / starting in deep compassion a funeral crying, / with sobs, leaked to me, the sweetest Jesus! / The one who recently seen

hanging on the cross, / the sun was clothed with darkness, / and the earth hesitated from fear, / and the curtain of the temple was torn. / But now, I now see you / for my sake voluntarily accepting death. / How will I pour you, my God, / or how can I get a canvas? / And with what hands will I touch your inconspicuous body? / Or what songs will I sing for the sake of your death, merciful? / I glorify your suffering, / I sang your burial with the resurrection, exclaiming: / Lord, glory to you! "