Валаам - ПРИИМИ МЯ ,ПУСТЫНЯ, ГЛАС -8 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Take me, desert, like his mother’s child,

in the quiet and silent incident of his own;

Do not scold the desert of the horror stories with their escapes from the Lukavian harlot of the world of everything,

Oh beautiful desert, a cheerful oak tree, love more than the royal chases and hello chambers,

And I will go along your red grape

different color of your

I breathe from the air.

Your branch is curly, and I will like the divine beast, the only one, and running a person, and a lot of seats sowing lives, and sitting crying and sobbing in a deep and marvelous bowel.

O Lord of the king, enjoyed me of earthly goods, do not deprive me of Men and your heavenly kingdom.