Текст песни Ольга Братчина - Пресвятая Богородица

I light the oil lamp
On your knees become
And, having opened his notebook,
Getting to his knees.

"The Blessed Virgin Mother" -
I read on the notebook.
And all night ready to read
His simple prayer book.

I collected every day
Different prayers in it:
All that seemed a sweet dream
Touches my heart.

"The Blessed Virgin Mother" -
I read on the notebook.
And all night ready to read
His simple prayer book.

Similarly, the host for the battle -
And she had every moment
These wonderful prayer
I picked up a book of prayer.
And now my notebook
The best shield against all enemies ...
Silence, lit lamps,
And open prayer book.

"The Blessed Virgin Mother" -
I read on the notebook.
And all night ready to read
His simple prayer book.