Текст песни Андрей Байкалец - Спит Сион

Sleeps Zion and dormant anger,
He sleeps in a coffin King of Kings.
For printing - a stone coffin,
Throughout the guard at the door.

Night Garden silent embraces,
Sentinel terrible sleeps.
Sensitive hearing it does not sleep,
Zorko distance it looks.

The night passed. On the coffin of the Messiah
With the aromas in the hands of
There were sad Mary,
Anxiety in their sight.

Their woes and worries:
Who mighty hand
The heavy stone they roll away
From the sepulchral cave.

And look, marvel at both:
Stone moved the coffin is opened
And as the dead at the tomb
Sentinel is formidable.

And in a tomb full of light,
Someone wonderful, unearthly
The white robe wearing
He sat on the stone coffin.

Brighter lightning blestanya
Glitter heavenly face.
In fear messenger look down,
And their hearts tremble.

& quot; What you're timid, confused, -
They said the stranger saint -
With the message of peace and salvation
Come home.

I sent down heaven
The news brought wonderful:
None of the living with the dead,
The coffin is empty too, Christ is Risen! & Quot;

And hurry out of his wife,
And with the enthusiasm of their mouth
Preach Zion
The resurrection of Christ.

He is Risen! Cloister of Paradise
Newly opened for people ...
Sinless life, holy -
Only one road to it.