Даниил Сысоев - Толкование на Псалом 62-часть 4 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Kafisma 8. Davorny David, Fair to see him in the desert of the Jewish, 62. God, my God! Morning to you; My soul is my soul, if you multiply your flesh in the ground is empty, and disproportionate, and anhydrous, Tako in Sature appealed to you, Vocal power is your strength and glory. I am satisfied with my praise; Taco bless you in my stomach, and my name I will revive my hand. Sno from Tuka and Maista, yes, my soul will be fulfilled, and the mouth of joy praise my mouth. In addition, I remember to my bed, on the morning passed in the Majo, Yako was the assistant my assistant, and in the blood of Krimu, I will rely on. Podlpe my soul for you; Damnie Dandy Your. Tii - I am looking for the soul of my soul, bring to the underworld; Will be in the hands of weapons, parts of the fox will be. The king will arrange about the Bose; He boasts all the keen on them, Jaco, bold the mouth of the elevant elevant.