Текст песни Хор Пюхтицкого монастыря - На севере дальнем...

On the far north of the lake country,
Where dense forest is only noise,
On the wonderful, wonderful on the sacred mountain
The monastery of Saint worth it.

There sister humbly with dawn to dusk
Far from everyday worries
In prayer, spend all their years
For the great Russian people.

There mournful comforted in their grief
And the wanderer finds Priya.
There the poor and the suffering of this world
With love help give.

And every morning over the forest of the forest
Spreads ringing the bell,
It has long been familiar, beloved mother
Humble prayer the Lord.

And there are many hidden though sadness and tears
Under the arch of the cloister peaceful,
But how many mysterious gentle dreams
Born in the heart of prayer.

Poems written in 1942 POWs RB Michael; POW camp was near Pühtitsa Convent.