Текст песни матушка Людмила Кононова - Иверская

By the sea, like a tablecloth,
Carrying a stomach to everything
Icon of the Mother of God
It floats by itself.

And the blood flows scarlet
From a wounded cheek:
And God wants a little
Get off Her hands.

“If you do not want, dear God,
Will you regret Mother?
Get wet in the sea
And you can get sick! ”

Towards the wind "siver"
He wants to give them a refund ...
They swim to Iver,
To the monastery gates.

The gate has one nun
Sits, psalms sings,
Suddenly sees: in a sea of ​​drawers
Glowing floats.

Swims to himself, sways
Like a fish on the waves ...
Wearing clothes
Service Monk.

The dawn is ringing
Fisherman hurries to bite ...
Woe is the glow
And the blood is pouring down