Текст песни Федор Иванович Тютчев - Encyclica

Was a day - when the Lord's truth is hammer
Ground, crushed the Old Testament Temple,
And, with his own sword of his jigs,
He frowned the high priest himself.

Still terrible, still inexorab
And in our days - the days of God's Court -
The execution of an apostate Rome
Over a felon of Christ.

The century went, he was forgiven a lot,
Curves Sensules - Dark Cases -
But I will not forgive the true God
His last hula ...

Not from the sword he will die of earthly
Sword the earth owned so many years, -
He will destroy the fatal word:
"Freedom of conscience is nonsense!"