Хор - Тропарь священномученика Мефодия - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The troparion of the holy martyr Methodius

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Your blood, wise, secretly yells from the earth,/ like Avlev to God,/ God -hummus to St. Methodius,/ clearly preaching God's voltime./ The same and the same shaped the flattery,/ And thou naked into the heavenly damn./ Pray of Christ God, // May our souls save.