Текст песни Автор-исполнитель диакон Николай Червон - Горе, не беда

Woe, woe - it does not matter
There is a consolation for the heart.
The will, the will of the Lord
About us about sinners care.
No wonder we live on earth,
About your destination
Do not just live and die,
And to live in the hope of resurrection.
There is a choice - everyone decides,
Why give your desire.
For the sin of the heart of a sharp knife,
Prayer in the heart - healing of the soul.
Previous images of saints, like a bird in the two wings,
Prayer will take your sorrow,
And call with a road to heaven
Soul Orthodox.
Woe, woe - it does not matter
For those who have chosen the way of incorruptibility,
For those who did not take off the cross
In the everyday life difficult time.
The time will heal the pain,
Shall chase away the soul of doubt
Faith Hope Love -
Saints companion salvation.
Previous images of saints, like a bird in the two wings,
Prayer will take your sorrow,
And call with a road to heaven
Soul Orthodox.