Текст песни Матушка Світлана Бущак - А ми люди подорожні

And the people of podorozhnі,
W zbludili road,
Mi to your Ruler
In gostі overstay.

Prispіv:
Our Іsus Male Child
Bless your Zhittya,
Dwellers lived schaslivo
The I did not know sorrow.

Mi do not I want to become їsti Pity,
I want to become vіdpochiti.
Your hut Ruler
I want to become zveseliti.

Prispіv.

A chi You Know the Lord and,
Scho God narodivsya
In vertepі on solomtsі
There Іsus revealing

Prispіv.

Thank God BIRTH
In pіsnyah zaspіvaymo
Narodzhenogo Іsusa
Until My Heart priymamo

Prispіv.

Marvel at God Sin
Our zіthannya
I went to the world God spokіy
Posluhay PROKHANOV

Prispіv.

Dwellers in spokoї fared
Christ glorified
Of I for yogo schirі Dari
Attack oklіndali

Prispіv.