Текст песни Михаил Спельник - Печали полон тёмный храм

Sorrows full of dark temple
And the silence of the saint
Christ lies in the tomb there
Veiled in a veil.
The beautiful face froze in longing
Spikes dug into the brow,
And trickles of blood on my cheek
Transparent baked.

“It is done!” = The last groan ceased,
The path of the earth is finished.
He drank the cup of suffering
For the miserable human race.
And the world in darkness
Temptations and passions
Your covenants on earth
Forgot King of the Kings!

And even in these sad days
He is all in sins, in blood!
Sunday, Lord, bring it back
We are the light of your love!