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

My queen is a consuming, my Mother of God, a friend of the blue and strange pre -wore, mourning the Radost, offended by the patroness! I see my misfortune, your sorrows, help my sorrows, like it is weak, firmly like a column. I am a resentment of my weight, allow the one, as if you are wool: it is not the imam of the very help of you, nor a different foreman, nor vigor of the Comforter, tokmo to you, about God, like preserving me and covering the forever forever. Amen.