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PETER Athonite

Author of poetry and music, AK Kholmogorov
 
The sun was already west slopes,
my joy in the Lord is silent.
I Athos to Peter in prison
come running from grievous sin.
 
Pray of Saint Nicholas:
all fetters my grave
I will keep in my heart I till,
sin bleak days.
 
As Peter Athos hear
and enter through a locked door,
the Lord has promised to serve me,
and now a prisoner of its losses.
 
Promised by holy baptism,
and now only tears and shame.
Will there be forgiveness from the Lord,
than cleanse his uncertain eyes?
 
Simeon soon
let him come through the walls of oblivion,
will let the words of his reproach
pure heaven living.
 
They live alone holy Fathers
and they do not know the darkness of sin,
invest let his words simple
in the twilight of my conscience-prison.
 
The sun was already in the evening Clones
my joy in the Lord, quiet,
I will leave the gloomy dungeon,
Bring me Peter's hand!
 
The Reverend Father Peter,
pray for us.