Текст песни Праздничный Хор Сретенского Монастыря - Нiчь яка мiсячна

Moonlight night , starry , clear !
Evidently, though the needle assembly .
Go forth, kohanaya , heavy work ,
Although a minute in the grove.

Vkupochtsi we sit at Kalina -
And I , Mr. lords !
Look , my rybonko - silver wave
Spreading the field fog.

You're not afraid, that bare nizhenky
Dip in cold dew :
I am you, true, up to hatynonky
Odnesu himself on his hands .

You're not afraid, that freeze , lebidonko ,
Quiet - no wind, no clouds ...
I embrace you to their hearts,
And it sticks, like a fever.