Текст песни Протоиерей Олег Скобля - Пономарь

In a thick blue, the last breath was gone,
Death flesh, the soul said goodbye.
It flows hot wax, on a memorial table,
Kadylov rings in other people's hands!

Confed life, brother, Ponoloire,
Coals burned in Cadyl,
You are ringing me,
At noon on the edges of the grave ...

For the first time I will pass the science of brethren to the invisible,
With two from the mountain strength, disembodied
Knees to bow down, in addition to the saint.
Athos Mountains.