Текст песни Неизвестен - Смолкли вечерний звуки сверели

Silent evening sound of the flute,
Songs of sorrow and tears,
In a dream plunged into its cradle
Quiet baby Christ.
Next to his cradle downtime
Watchman winged worth ....
Dream Baby expensive Himself
Light Archangel stores ....

Tender mother at the bedside of the child of
Whispering his prayer:
"For myself, my Father's grace,
Grow my chips.
"I know that the great and glorious feat
Son wonderful waiting
I know that He has for the sins of the whole universe
In sacrifice Himself will bring ...

Suppose that rises higher and higher
The life of my baby,
Who every day
Exists and breathes
Every soul in the world.
The stars shine over the house of Christ,
Generously poured its rays,
His glory without end proclaim,
Jesus sing songs.