Царице Моя Преблагая - Царице моя Преблагая - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

My queen is a consumed, my Mother of God, the pleasing of the blue and the suffering of the foreman, mourning the Radost, the abilities of the patroness! Prove my troubles, you will sorrow my sorrow, help it with an inconspicuous one, fraudimo you yel. I will abundance Vesi, allow you, I will have it: I am not the same to the Imami, the same to you, not the same foreman, nor the consolations, then you, about God, I will keep me and cover it in the fans of the centuries. Amen.