Текст песни Анастасия Морева - Гробе мой, гробе

My grave, my grave,

My eternal home!

And you, my bed,

Death suits me.

White hands fold,

And put in a coffin

And they will wear a port

And they will cover with a coffin,

And they will lower it into the ground

And fall asleep with a finger.

I will lie

Wait ships.

How the trumpets will sound

And all the dead will be aroused

And I wake up

Parting in a coffin.

And here are two roads

Wide and debts

On those on the roads

A lot of people will go.

And my road

In the power of God,

How the Lord will delight

He will send us there.

Although I'm worthless

I will go to the judgment of God.

I will stand

The answer is to think

Rebuke yourself

Himself weep,

It is sweet to look

To the right country

To a bright paradise.

You are paradise, my paradise

Blessed my paradise!

Don't live in you

You can't see the saints.

My soul is sinful

Will go to flour forever

In an endless age,

There is no end to the edge.

And now and ever,

And forever and ever.

Amen.