Хор Сретенского мужского монастыря - Стихира на вынос Плащаницы - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Come, please Joseph of the Enemy, in the nights to the Pilate of the comer and the abdomen of all the requested: give this strange one, I also have no where the head of the tilt does not have: give this strange student to the death of the betrayal: give me this strange, he is a mati to the crosses on the cross Hanging, sobbing cry and a mother exclamation: alas, my child! Alas to me, my light and the womb! Simeon Bo Before the Church in the church will eventually event: my heart will pass, but in the joy of your resurrection, crying. We will poke through your passion, Christ (three times), and the holy resurrection.