Хор Валаамского Монастыря - Псалом 50-й - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Miscellaneous me, God, in the greatness of your grace, and on a lot of generarous to cleanse my lawlessness. The Napa is my ohm from my lawlessness, and from my sin of cleaning me. Yako lawlessness my Az I know and sin my prettier is for me. You have a single sorry, and shook before you coordinates, Jaco and justified your wonderch and wonder, are perhaps judge. Behold, in lawlessness, they are conceived, and my mother is mine in Gresh. Behold, the truth was loved by ESI, the unlucky and secret wisdom of Tweese. Okropyishi, Issop, and clean, ohmmashi, and smelling the snow. I have a rumor to my Dacy joy and cheerleh, the bones of the humble will rejoice. Take your face from my sin, and my whole lawlessness is cleaned. The heart is purely creating in me, God, and the spirit of the rights of refreshing in my womb. Do not reject me from your face, and the spirit of your holy is not from me. The joy of the joy of salvation of yours, and the Spirit of Lady approve me. We will teach the scientific way, and your dishusting will turn to you. Get rid of my blood, God, God for my salvation, will rejoice in my truth. Lord, the mouth of my openings, and my mouth will praise your praise. Well, it would have raised the victims of the victims, would gave birth, disconnects do not favor. The sacrifice of God the Spirus is crushed, the heart is crushing and humbly God does not humiliate. Declauses, Lord, in favor of your Zion, and can create the walls of Jerusalemsk. Then favor the victim of the truth, the permission and the discovered, then you will lay on Olodar your Tales.