духовный стих - В низенькой избушке - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

In a low hut, the light burns, there the poor old woman at death lies ...

Cries and sobs about his sins, sighing bitterly ... Oh, how many of them ...

I ruined myself, I lived in sins for the whole century,

Here old age came and death has already come up ...

Oh merciful God, forget my affairs, on my mortal bed ... I'm sorry, forgive me ...

Evil all the deeds from me, you do not seek, the works of my good past life, you look, as I will present to you, you rejected me,

You remember the Redeemer, you died for me,

A stream from the cross flowed, your holy blood ...

With him, he poured out together, to the sinner love .. Vid to a low hut, the bright light shone,

Before her, a bizarre, bright, heavenly guest stood ...

I am your guardian angel, let's go home with me ... to the heavenly monastery, there is joy and peace ...

You prayed to the lord to forgive you ... He will forgive you everything, he would redeem you ... The old woman perked up, she was full of healthy forces ... He runs out of bed, she was in a hurry after him ... She looked around on the bed and sees there she sees there ... her sick body, remains forever ...