Текст песни Олег Погудин - Великий пост

(Hieromonk Roman)

Postpone care,
Confession time to the infusion.
Let us listen, brother, chanting
Days of Lent.

Let my prayer,
As incense before Thee,
Vozdeyanie of my hands,
Evening sacrifice.

Brother just sang,
How to sing at the monastery.
And holy melody
Comforting sad people.

Sighs and groans are heard:
- God, do not leave me!
And bowing whacky
Beats, chains jingling.

- This grief can not be measured -
Heavily complain bass.
- Open to me the doors of repentance -
She weeps bitterly in the prodigal son.

A famous bell ringer
Evokes sadness ringing.
Have you had been killed,
Oh, my Holy Russia?

Let my prayer,
As incense before Thee,
Vozdeyanie of my hands,
Evening sacrifice.