Хор братии Соловецкого монастыря - Парастас - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

As for Sukho, having pedestrian Israel, / by the abyss of the feet, / the persecutor of the pharaoh / seeing the rescue, / God the victorious song / sing, we scream.

There is a holy, / like you, my God, / Ascended Rog of your faithful, blessed, / and that approved us on the stoves / confession of your confession.

Truly the vanity of all / Life is the same, / for all the earthly is the earthly, / as the scripture, / there is an acquisition of the world, / then we will get into the coffin, / Ideas, together, together, for the other place and beggars. / The same, Christ, God, the elderly slave, is a mock (your elderly slave, the adherent slave of your. / Like a man of love.

Glory even now.

The omnipotent Virgin Mary, / During my abdomen, do not leave me, / Human representation is not entrusted with me: / But you will stake, and have mercy on me.

My Christ is, God and the Lord, the honest workshop of God will eat, crying out from the chista, about the state of great -granddaughter.

God's / light, blessed, / urgent the soul / Lyubov of Ozari, pray, / sphere, the word of God, / true God, / from the darkness of a sinful rescue.

There is a holy, as you are, my God, the ascended horns of your faithful, blessed, ... your tributaries, the scurry: lead from my abdomen, many -ministed.