Текст песни Олег Скобля - Херувимская

Bells ringing over the river
I don't know what to do, I am losing my peace ...
Soul bleeds from invisible wounds
I will go and pray to the Simeon Church.

The liturgical rite is magnificent and simple.
It smells of dewy incense and the candles are burning.
The cathedral is permeated with grace, like light,
And the Cherubim girl's choir sings ...

Sometimes we lose our way
And an anxious conscience prevents sleep.
And then in silence, with tears in his eyes,
We ask the Russian saints to pray for us -

And in the hope of mercy, for a small part,
We are ready to fall at the feet of those who pray:
“Help, dear ones, we are children of Christ.
We sin, but we don't know another father.

We once risked our soul
And wandered around the world for a better fate,
By the side they bypassed the thresholds of churches,
We were captivated by the freedom of crazy passions ... "

And from this prayer, from faith, from tears
Christ enters into a broken heart,
And the Cherubic song sounds over the earth,
And the Lord between us will and will be.