Текст песни Наталья Трясцина - Белый ангел России

(Dedicated to Elizabeth Fedorovna Romanova and Belogorsk Monastery)

No need to cry, she is in paradise.
Pursue a century. And then - the other.
And I'm standing at the coffin.
She will stay young.
Her handkerchiefs from afar
Calls on the road of those who do not sleep:
Oh, white angel, your hand
I have on my head.

The Belogorsky Monastery is growing.
Read prayers and troparps.
The ringing is distributed: and swell, and styling.
Guest calls from the height of the rhodium.
Her handkerchiefs from afar
Calls on the road of those who do not sleep:
Oh, white angel, your hand
I have on my head.

Those and Russia are strong:
Vera and truth we value.
White Angel at all times
Wait. We are ready to go behind him.
Her handkerchiefs from afar
Calls on the road of those who do not sleep:
Oh, white angel, your hand
I have on my head.